Among the elderly and middle-aged academic circles of Leland and Blackwood women whisper of the silver fox who brings Inner Sea culture to Caliphas. Chef Caldoveri smiles coyly at such rumors, perhaps adding a gentle, chook-chook, with his lips, as if to scold such comments. He watches the waitstaff serve the elite of Ustalav, and frequently nobility from the surroundings kingdoms. He listens to everything in the Dalliance like a skilled composer, sometimes motioning for the strings to raise their pitch, or the trombones to mute their brass – only here in Dalliance the strings are cocktail waitstaff or pepper grinders, and the brass is the occasionally passionate sou chef.