The sun had since gone down, and meals were being prepared. Dozens of plates of meat, steaks, links, whatever sorts of food would keep the company going. I'd hunted the creatures for the ingredients, and thought it best not to tell the men what I had been cooking. It was satisfying work, albeit boring, so I'd taken to singing while I cooked, and had been informed on many occasions that I should absolutely continue cooking and not follow any whims of being a minstrel.

"What IS that that you're singing, Lieutenant?"

The Captain was asking, so it was probably best to answer. "It is a Hrothgar tune." I smiled, remembering the one who sang it to me. "A lullaby."

"Oh? What does it mean? An Adder should always endeavor to learn more about his officers and the cultures they come from."

"Of course! It loses a little in translation, but...

Rest my cub
My precious dear
Your prey will drown
In blood and fear

Before they creep
My trap is sprang
Their necks shall meet
My gnashing fang

They cannot harm
Their blood will drip
Their jugulars
My fangs will rip

Your mother follows
But one law
Your safety won
By savage claw

When hunting prey
One shan't fight fair
Their abdomen
Mother will tear

Their pain is silenced
They cannot cry
My wicked talon
Takes their eye

Rest now my cub
My precious dear
Your prey has drowned
In blood and fear"

The captain blinks quite a few times. "That... is a lullaby?"

I tilted my head, confused. "Of course. All mothers sing that to their children. If you think the males of my race are vicious, Captain, pray you never draw the ire of our queens."

(Noble Barding)