"Well, that's your business, then," Alley grunted, fine with dropping the subject. There were so many awful names for elves where she was from, said so freely by so many humans...

If he wasn't bothered by something that sounded kind of shitty, though, who was she to argue.

"I'm going below deck to look for booze," the scarred elf pushed away from the railing, finally. "Give a yell if any of those ships get near enough to care about."