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[color=D399E0]Location: Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille[/color][/center][hr][hr]

Even if they had attempted to keep her away from this place, even if she had never traveled here specifically, Fatima had experienced such dirty and poverty-stricken places in her lifetime.  Hell, they were some of the easier places to hide in when she traveled on her own all those years ago.  But the world could change quite a bit in fifty years.  She made sure the skullcap was placed firmly on her head and all of her dark waves were tucked into it.  Perhaps some might be fooled.  Hopefully most if they were drunk enough.

She entered the tavern alongside Jassen, allowing him to keep a protective arm about her.  She wasn't sure if that would really create less or more notice.  She did catch the words some troublemakers were saying to each other, likely about some poor girl stuck in the rain too.  Dirty, lascivious drunken men who could hardly keep it up anyhow due to their inebriation, seemed to take great joy in hitting on a feeble female.

Luckily for herself and Jassen, the owner seemed to be the good sort of man. Offering his own bed to a couple of weary travelers.  She opened her mouth to respond but remembered she was supposed to be acting as some sort of page boy.  She quickly shut it and instead turned her eyes toward the disgusting men.  They had disappeared.  But it seemed not long before another man was hot on their heels.