[color=D6CC88][b][u]Inn[/u][/b]

Amuné immediately regretted her words when she saw Cecil's expression.  "What, no, no!  Not if they want to kill you, that'd be bad.  Life is very precious, too precious to have a worth in things you can own."  Her mommy always said that saving someone's life was equal to saving the entire world, or something like that.  That was to be expected from a healer, of course, but the girl felt it was true.

And once again Ethan was showing his boundless optimism, and his naivity.  "Not all bad people look bad," Amuné said her voice turning pensive.  "Are you sure you'll be able to tell?"  But really, she felt cheerful enough now that she was clean and waiting for food that, aside from her vague sense of forboding, she wasn't very worried.  As she'd told Cecil, there was time enough to worry later on.

And then the food appeared, and all thoughts of worry fled.  "Yay!" Amuné exclaimed, clapping her hands together.  And so much of it!  There was enough that even Wyth, who'd pricked his ears and adopted an expresson both wistful and put-upon at the sight, could have something.  The girl took the piece of fish and held it out to her companion, who took it daintily with a noise of pleasure.  Then she turned her attention to the plate Ethan set before her, piled high with goodies that smelled divine.  And this time no one was going to make her drop it.  She said a quick "thank you" to Ethan before grabbing her utensils and digging in with enthusiasm.

After the girl had eaten so much that she felt stuffed, and Ethan was done too, she looked around the room.  "Where should we start?" she asked.  "Can I see that picture Norman gave us?"  Ethan held it out to her.  Amuné began to take it, and froze.  Her grey eyes widened, no longer focusing on the image but instead the vision that appeared before them.  Nymira, in a dim room, her clothing tattered, her limbs chained to a pipe.  A couple other people, looking down at her and laughing.  One of them kicking the helpless woman, and she took the blow silently, just glaring up at the suited man.

Ethan and Cecil would see the girl suddenly go still, then after a moment suck in a breath and yank her hand away from the picture as if burned.  "I...I think Cecil might have been right.  We need to find her fast," Amuné said after a pause.  She didn't want to say anything, but it was important they find Nymira before something bad happened -- or rather, anything worse.  However, there was no sensible reason for rich business types to be taking people.  Were they working with whoever was causing trouble for Magi?  How could she give a clue without revealing her gift?  "If...if she just up and vanished...um, maybe someone took her.  I mean...."  Amuné fumbled for the right way to say it, something helpful but not revealing.[/color]