Cynric chuckled nervously when Sharee put her arm around him. Cynric always seemed to find himself on his toes around this woman, he could tell she had a dark past and would not hesitate to slit his throat. The crew had now began to gather around the food that was now laid out on the large tables. Cynric was not that hungry as he had been tasting most of the food before it had even arrived. "Please tell me what you think of my cooking. I am always looking for feedback and ways to improve my culinary skills."

Many of the crew patted him on the back or thanked him for the food. “You’re alright in my book,” Sarel said, a big smile crossing his face. Cynric nodded his thanks to the Dunmer as he sat down to rest his tired bones. Cooking was exhausting especially when he had to do most of the work himself. Not that he was bothered he prefered to cook alone then with others. Summoning his bone pipe he took a long draught of it, smiling he exhaled the smoke around him.