Cynric was happy at with his new position and understood the responsibility in it, the new captain made a valid point. Without good food and nutrition this ship would fall apart faster then a nord with no Ale. Great warriors on this ship dieing not by the blade but by scurvy or Iron deficiency. While everyone else had some use in his mind Cynric's job was the most important and carried the heaviest burden and responsibility. He took the parchment that was handed to him. Opening the paper he grimaced. None of thee three people listed in his roster were in any way skilled chefs. Only one had any sort of culinary skill and he was an orc! Cynric stopped himself if he remembered a famous chef had once been an orc. Cynric made a mental note to not judge this man too quickly. 

Looking down the list he saw that the orc was a skilled alchemist and smith as well as having strong hand to hand skill. Now that he reflected upon the orc he realise all of the use he could be. But these other two. By the nine they were both bards. What could he do with two dancing women. They were both imperials and were skilled fighters but from what he read they were of no use as cooks. Cynric was sure he would be able to make something of them. He looked upon the list as a sculptor looks upon clay. How could he mold these two bards into works of art? For the moment he would have to make do with them.

Cynric bowed to Sharee. "It seems captain, that I have a lot of work to do. Though what I have here will suffice. Although captain I could probably make an excellent meal out of maggots. Let me assure you that I will let NOTHING go to waste." Cynric now addressed the whole room. "I will ensure that you are all fed well and enjoy your meals. I will need to know of anything you are allergic to so that I don't accidently kill you. You can also be safe in the knowledge that I everything will taste exquisite!" Cynric left the room with a swish of his cloak leaving behind a small cloud of smoke. Entering his beloved kitchen he saw that his new trainees looking around at the kitchen the orc was looking through the cupboards getting his head around what was here and what was not. The two imperial women were chatting to each other and laughing one of them was sitting on the kitchen suffice. Wait.

Cynric bellowed with anger launching a spear made from bone at the women. She promptly dodged it drawing her short sword she entered a fighting stance. She stopped when she recognised Cynric. Cynric face was full of anger. 

"WE PREPARE FOOD ON THOSE SURFACES! YOU DO NOT PLACE YOUR BEHIND ON THEM! DO YOU KNOW WHERE THAT ASS OF YOURS HAS BEEN?!" The orc looked at Cynric with respect, perhaps he was more of a chef then he thought he was. However the two imperials were almost foaming at the mouth. Cynric quickly regained his composure. "Well that was not the best start now was it. Hello my name is Cynric. Yes I am a necromancer, but I have no wish to enslave your souls or any of that rubbish. I am also the Head Chef and you are my Commis. For those of you that do know what that means you are now all cooks working under me. It is me who must whip you into shape and make you excellent cooks and hopefully great chefs. Oh, I will need to know your names" 

The Orc answered first. "My name is Ug'woa I have had some training as a Chef however my master died from disease during the winter and I have yet to find a new one."

Cynric smiled just as he had thought. Next the two imperials spoke they both had very strangely coloured hair one Bright Pink the other Bright Green. [i]Must be a bard thing.[/i] He thought to himself.

Pink voice was full of happiness and almost uncontainable excitement. "My name is Yalera"

Green the imperial he had fired the bone spear at quickly replied "And my name is Arelay, Sorry for the table thing it wont happen again. I'm a lover not a fighter"

Cynric scoffed "I bet you are Arelay. Why is it that you have the same name as Yalera but backwards?"

Yalera giggled as Arelay replied. 'Well Cynric." 

Cyrnic stopped her. "You will call me Chef, or Sir when you address me."

Yalera giggled even louder as Arelay continued form where she was interrupted. "Well, Sir. We are a performing Duo who have been all over Tamriel. We have performed for nobles and even Kings! We're like celebrities on this boat!" The pair began to giggle ferociously as Ug'woa looked at them and sadly shook his head. 

Cynric massaged his brow slowly, this was going to take a lot of work.