Braedug entered into the main cabin, and looked at Dronas.

"I don't like repeating myself, so here's the short version: know what you're doing, pay attention, and listen to me from time to time. Make yourselves at home anyways. Alcohol, food, all that,"

Braedug plopped himself down on a chair and poured three glasses of Devil's drink. He raised his glass.

"A toast, to profits, lying, and Molech, our gracious employer!"