"Well!"
Havoc claps her hands with a broad smile, plainly discomfited by the tense tone. "This is a lovely converse to be taking, and no mistake, but vampires and liars and elves and killers aside, I reckon it's not one we need to be havin' over empty stomachs, is it, master dwarf? Little mistress?" She cocks her head. "So as the ship's recently hired cook, why don't I show us to the galley and we can see what's to be made of the place?" She nods to the middle-aged swordsman as he approaches, just in case he's also to be a crewmate.
"Besides," she murmurs, quiet as dust, to the dwarf, "her ethicals aside, if I'm to be cook, I don't reckon we'll be sending any child away without a meal in their belly, yea?"
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