Zane Alsanai<br/><br/>Zane nodded too Azrael. "I understand. A new serpentile arrives, one brandishing a weapon, and your immediately looked down on." He parted some of the hair over his eyes. "I can sorta relate. When my father was alive he was head of the Alsanai Crime Syndicate. And everyone knew it as well. I was despis for everything I did, even if it was whole hearted good. People act based on sterotypes and tales." He smiled slightly. "Things changed, for the better, I cannot say." When she commented on the whine the smile broadened. "I hear that. Lets enjoy the sweet nectar of life." He sipped his whiskey again.<br/><br/>Theta<br/><br/>"Ill pass on the drinks." Theta said with a smile. "I'm going to see what catering needs done to the Felan here." She said turning and heading to a group.<br/><br/>Serra and Katniss<br/><br/>"The beast is done!" Katniss giggled as she carried the large cooked bird too the table. "Fresh, hot, and juicy!"<br/><br/>Zane Alsanai<br/><br/>Zane's eyebrow quirked as the smell of the bird reached his nostrils. "Excuse me!" He excused himself from Azrael for a momwnt and grabbed a plate, piling all he could from the large array that it could possibly hold. His appetite had not wavered since his teen years.