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

She had to laugh at herself when Jassen reminded her that this was, in fact, a tavern.  Obviously, there would be random loud noises - drunks fighting or falling.  Fatima ran her hands through her silky curls with a sheepish grin on her face.  [color=D399E0]"Of course.  DOn't I feel a bit silly now."[/color]  But there was no helping this on edge feeling they both shared.  She was a Queen away from her home and was in another Queen's domain  This was risky but there was no helping it.  It had to be done.

The food arrived, causing her to jump as well.  How could the pair of them still this anxiety?  The door opened to reveal a young, frightened looking woman.  As the door began to close Fatima called out a quick thanks to her.  She could smell the delicious meal even before Jassen lifted the tray's lid.  Her mouth began to water and she grabbed a fork as she sat at the table.  She didn't wait for Jassen to attempt to stop her. Her stomach growled loudly with demand and in anticipation of the fantastic meal before her.  She said a small prayer to the Mother Darkness before stabbing a soft potato from the soup and pushing the whole thing in her mouth.  Her cheeks went wide as she chewed the oversized tuber.  She moaned in satisfaction. It was so perfect.  She would need to get this chef's recipe.