Aris opened the door of Captian Rotter's quarters to find him looming over a map at his desk. "Here," She muttered quietly, setting a bowl of rich turtle stew in front of him. "I hope ye like it, seeing as your cook nearly put a cleaver to my throat for beating him at his own job."<br/><br/>She glanced away, noticing a great deal of charts nailed to the walls, some random bits of clothing scattered about, and more importantly, her scimitars, which leaned up against a dresser. Not a scratch was on either of the blades as she picked them up and expertly ran her thumb against the sharp edge.<br/><br/>She headed for the doorway, and looked back, "Ah, yes, Captian. I nearly forgot. You can call me Aris."