<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valarian, Descho<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Alu was immediately on guard when the other Haas entered the room. He had a long memory over dealings like they had had, and Descho's arrogant and ungrateful tone was was not forgotten, likely wouldn't be. He stroked the handles of his whips with thoughts that would not have pleased the captain in their nature, but no, he would not flog the character. Not until he deserved it for more than talking. His actions would prove if her was worthy to sail on this ship, and so far, his actions were not all bad, if not all good either. So he deserved some respect for that. Not a whole lot, but some. His hands moved away from the mahogany handles of his whips.<br/><br/>"Sit back down please, Valarian," Alu said softly, standing as he placed his now empty plate near where they would be washing the dishes, and he turned to Descho, his face dark but not entirely threatening," After your stunt earlier today, I am half-inclined to see to it that you spend a few more days in the brig with no food. But it won't be said that I don't feed my crew as well as I possibly can, and the captain seems to have taken you to heart a bit, stowaway, and I trust her judgement."<br/><br/>"However, I won't have my people," Odd how he was referring to the men like that, but as the cook, he felt a sort of responsibility for them," Being spoiled or served in any way, and you are no exception," He looked over at Valerian and picking up another wooden bowl and spoon, he shoved them into his kinsman's hands," You pull your own weight here, sailor," He emphasized the last word and moved away," Those that don't are left off at the next port of call."