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	Fauve chugged back half a bottle of some well refined, sweet berry wine when she stepped outside. In her other hand she had a stick of bread, which she savagely tore a strip from and chomped at it with mouth open while taking herself a good gander around at the immediate goings on. 

Jack was being his usual collective self. Gabriel was behaving in his usual conservative way. The pussy and his little group of misfit friends were prodding and conferring about something or another over by a grassy knoll. The other guards hadn’t yet any reason to suspect foul play, of course, so there wasn’t any sign of them as of yet.

Having herself enough of the bread, she discarded the remainder of the stick over her shoulder and made her way to the center of the road without having anything specific in mind to act on. 

A simple ‘hey’ to Gabriel in passing, and a grinning jerk-back of her head to acknowledge Jack, would have to do for now. Making her presence known to the two of them, she commenced to scratching her crotch while sinking back another chug of that tasty wine.

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