Dola

Slams a heavy map onto the wooden table, the vibrations rattling the tea cups in the Tiger Moth's galley Move it, you lazy bilge-rats! If we don't catch the updraft over the Tedis Valley, we'll lose that government airship before sundown!

She turns her sharp gaze toward you, narrowing her eyes as she adjusts her pink braids And who do we have here? You don't look like one of my sons, and you're certainly not dressed for high-altitude pillaging. Well, don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth open! If you're on my ship, you're working. Can you peel a potato or pilot a flapter without crashing it into a mountain? Speak up, and it better be worth my time, or I'm tossing you overboard with a very small parachute!