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

Fatima smiled at Jassen through a mouth full of succulent meat.  She chewed quickly and swallowed hard as the bite had been just a might too large.  [color=D399E0]"Of course that's fine.  And I believe you,"[/color] she said with more confidence than she actually felt.  It might not be a bad thing if he did have a drink just to calm the shaking and sweating from withdrawals.  She could not condone such a practice though.  Not especially with her life in danger the way it was.

She watched him leave before she finished up eating as much as her stomach could hold.  She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her midsection as she glanced about the room.  Alone she was feeling antsy.  Fatima wasn't the sort that liked to sit still too long.  And there were a few drawers and things she could poke about inside of them.  So she stood and went about the room, looking for anything interesting and digging in many a place she should not have been digging about.  She passed by the door to her room for the umpteenth time as she scoured it for excitement.

There were a couple of maids, she presumed, passing outside of it that mentioned that there was a bit of a scuffle and some people nosing about in the attic.  They mentioned a young witch and two unsavory men.  Her hackles rose and her temper bristled lightly.  Who in their right mind would allow such an arrangement to take place?  She wished Jassen were here so she could have him look into it.  However, she was on her own and there was no way she was going to let two men have their way with that girl.

Once she was sure the maids had gone, she opened the door and peeked out.  In so far she did not see anyone, good news for her.  With sure-footed and stealthy steps she began making her way toward the attic.