[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]outskirts of the village[/i][/center]

	Dareen reflexively put a hand up to her hair as Jandar groaned as soon as he saw it. Then she sneered, as if she needed this guys approval for her hair. Long hair could get grabbed in a fight. If someone grabbed her by the hood, it would just slip off. If someone tried to grab her by her regular hair, they probably could with enough effort but by then she would have already stabbed them in the throat because they would essentially have to wrap their meaty paws around her scalp. Not gonna happen. Faeril and Fatima's long luscious locks could get yanked around hard enough that Dareen's neck hurt just thinking about it. Frowning at Jandar, she glanced over at Mikhail.

	[color=c4df9b]"Hmm,"[/color] She hummed, not exactly convinced.  Suddenly, Fatima appeared and began scanning her. Dareen instinctively felt defensive, but she couldn't help but be a little amused as this Queen analyzed her up and down. Once again she put a hand up to her hair as Fatima said it looked fine, and she even had a cute idea for it. Once again, she retrated the hand and tried to look impassive. Fatima brought up Dareen's frame, and the mercenary couldn't help but agree. Dareen was far more athletically built than either of the other two women in the group. Hell, she could probably beat Mikhail in an arm wrestling contest. But after a moment, Fatima brought something up that the Pruulish woman hadn't really considered. Dareen had assumed Fatima wasn't involved in this discussion about going into town because she wanted to stay out of town. Dareen looked very intrigued by this option of not having to dress up.

	Fatima looked back at her, and, to be honest, it had been a really long time since someone had complemented Dareen on her appearence. A genuine complement, not some brainless, lecherous slur. It was unexpected, and the Pruulish woman wasn't sure how to react. Especially coming from someone as beautiful and elegant as Fatima. A Queen, no less. Perhaps it was just talk, as those of the upper class tended to do, but even so. Surpressing her blush, Daree nodded and glanced around.

	[color=c4df9b]"Well- yeah, I mean, if you want to go I don't see why not. I could come with you, or stay. I mean,"[/color] She sighed briefly, [color=c4df9b]"I suppose I could dress up if it would help us blend in. I mean, shit-" [/color]Cutting herself off once again, she summoned a hood and a scarf. Wrapping the hood around her head and the scarf around her mouth and nose, Dareen crossed her arms infront of her chest and furrowed her eyebrows. This combined with the hood and a little forward leaning of her head, Dareen's face was covered and her eyes were cast in shadow.

	[color=c4df9b]"If I stand in the corner and look pissed off, I can probably just pass as a man. Or at least no one will bother asking."[/color] She stood still for a moment to gauge the others reaction. Shrugging, she pulled the cover off her face. 

	[color=c4df9b]"Normally I would be saying how I could just go in there as me, but the literal moment I stepped into the last town I was accosted."[/color] She laughed. Fortunately her face was still disguised so the others couldn't see the discomfort on her face as she remembered Xandar choking her and tossing her around like a ragdoll. Throwing her arms up into the air, Dareen made a helpless gesture.

	[color=c4df9b]"I don't know. I'm rambling. I'll go with whatever. Really."[/color] She rolled her shoulders and then took the hood off again, balling it up in her hands and rolling it around between them.