[center][h3][color=lightblue]Cilia Cosgair[/color][/h3]

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Cilia's blood started to boil a bit and she put a hand on the axe handle she had hidden in her blouse. She was getting prepared in case the woman attacked her. Fergus' words brought her back to the moment and she headed to the table and with a little huff sat down. The nobles were use to being able to buy what they wanted. She came from a world where people bartered for what they needed. So what she tried was normal for her, to take care of them with what she could do. After a bit of huffing and pouting she said, "Thank you." to Fergus. It was painful as it cost her a bit of pride and independence. 

She found the food to be good when it was hot. They were right, fat is filling but she did not stuff herself to the point of getting sick. But she did feel like she was carrying a rock in her belly for a while after they ate. But this was more to the fact that she had not eaten a big meal in a long time. She listened to the music and the conversations around her. Between the heaviness of her stomach and the noise of the crowd, she wanted to dart from the room. She looked at each member of the party and examined their eyes. She tucked a couple rolls and some cheese into her blouse for later that evening.