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

Fatima allowed Jassen to be bossy toward the innkeeper who seemed to take it in good spirits.  She was glad of that.  It was certainly he who could toss them out on their asses.  She plopped down on the bed and kicked off her muddy boots before flopping backward, arms outstretched.  She smiled, turning her head toward her companion.  [color=D399E0]"No bugs.  No dust.  All in all quite comfortable.  Better than some accommodations.  Certainly much better than the stables."[/color]  She sat up and crossed her legs on the bed.

[color=D399E0]"I know you are trying to protect me but there is no need to be so harsh with people.  As a general rule, being kind to others until they give you a reason to be unkind.  I think it's a good way to be." [/color] She grinned her bright, charming smile saved to placate and calm her court.  [color=D399E0]"Don't be so on edge.  You also need your rest, friend.  Lest we are unable to travel the winds tomorrow.  So relax.  We'll take turns keeping watch."[/color]  She yawned lightly and rested her chin on an upturned palm.

She heard a sudden slam from above and she jumped up from the bed, staring at the offending bit of ceiling.  [color=D399E0]"Mother Darkness,"[/color] she breathed.  [color=D399E0]"What was that?"[/color]  Now, who was on edge?