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She sipped the delicious beverage, paying not much mind to the men around her.  The fatigue she felt was being warmed by the fire.  The establishment was lovely as well.  It had a well-loved and rustic charm to it.  Nicer than some places she had stayed in on her travels and certainly a much kinder place to be than the rain.  Her fingers wiped at the condensation on the outside of her mug as the barman spoke.

Fatima lifted her face to study him for a moment.  She wasn't sure what she should say.  So, she smiled charmingly at the man and brushed back some stray wet hairs from her face.  [b]"I'm collecting stories,"[/b] she said lightly.  She hoped that the code she was about to use would be understood.  And if it was, she wasn't about to bring death on their heads.  She glanced then to the other two men who were eyeing her warily.  She offered them a soft and charming smile as well.

[b]"I love hearing the tales of the lands.  There is nothing quite like traditional stories weaving together in a web to create a vision of Terrielle and her people.  Do you have any stories for me?"[/b]  Did that make enough sense?  Would it work?  She hoped so.  Fatima kept the fear that rolled in her stomach from her face as she put her attention on Gen.  Her features the perfect picture of a curious and contented young woman.  "Your drink is quite lovely, do you make it yourself?"