Øystein shakes his head as he watches the proceedings, hefting his axe as Piav extols his virtues. Hunh... usually, the girls freak out at the sight of his line of business. Then again, he's with fellow fortune-seekers now, so maybe not. "Piav, check those barrels? I'd like to know /what/ these people cook," he asks after a moment. "Doesn't seem worth it to slaughter 'em from behind, though... no honor in massacring the defenseless." He makes no motion to threaten the escaping naked men - but the chef damn well stays until they are certain he was not cooking people.