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Above all things, Dorian Mode strives to live a mediocre life peppered with fleeting instants of brilliance. This just goes to show you what too many philosophy lessons will do to a person. It was at some twenty-three years of age that Dorian found work at the Broken Dagger. Employed by Raegan Darkblayde and the since-passed Pritchard, she was consistently assigned tasks that were both unpopular and unimportant -- which explains her success on the job, for Dorian is not well-renowned for her quick wit or able mind. While Kiki had served in the upstairs rooms, and clever Molly O'Neill had worked at the barcounter, Dorian filled her days with more menial tasks: fetching wood for the Inn's two hearths, sanding wax from the brass lanterns -- even chasing spiders from the corners of windowsills. But with painstaking care, and the gentleness that she shows to all things that live and feel, for Dorian had needed no teacher to educate her in an empathy for the suffering of others. Much has changed, since those early days. The Bloody Flux has come and gone; Jaden Soulhunter has dazzled her with his magicians's tricks; Dorian has even been unfortunate enough to encounter one of the Order of the All's young victims. But of most significance is that Lady Darkblayde has passed the care of her tavern into the capable hands of Molly O'Neill -- and Molly has seen fit to elevate young Dorian into a place amongst the kitchen staff.

For the first time, Dorian earns a wage for indulging her fascinations with the wonders of baking, of roasting, of the sheer magic of turning flour and water into a taste dessert. Of course, giving the lackwit access to the kitchens has had some drawbacks. Soon after the Flux, for instance, the tavern's infestation of rats was traced back to her determination to have some of the little vermin for pets. A small, fierce war was waged between she and Proxenus, the one-eyed chef who was determined to eradicate the pests; on more than one occasion, she held solemn funerals for her slaughtered pets. Only appeasement was able to end the conflict, Proxenus eventually presenting her with a cat of docile and patient nature. The beast, as yet unnamed, has had a home in the tavern cellars ever since. So too has Dorian -- although her real home is some miles away, in the cavernous dwelling of her beloved teacher, Bizen Rei. Still, the girl has become a regular feature of the tavern, where she may often be found working as a haphazard sushiya, singing merry rhymes to the lobsters that are slated for the evening's dinner, or asking the more boisterous patrons to please, please, oh won't you please stop hitting each other?