"I have told you before," the man replies coldly, ice in his voice and in his gaze, "but I will tell you again. My name, Warrior of Light, is Alfeoux Blackwater. You would do well to remember it next we meet."

Alfeoux makes eye contact with the squirming tiger cub in Felih's arms. Evidently, he is content to let the matter go at this; sneering, he turns away, holding up one hand in careless farewell. "If ever you allow your mewling kitten to approach me again, I will have it roasted upon a spit and fed to a pirate's hounds."