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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Sharon, Shalador[/center][hr][hr]

There was something comforting about the simple bickering between Gennar and Faeril.  Xandar's low rumble soothed her nerves.  Odd that his voice, the voice of another Queen Killer, could be something that made her feel safe from another Queen Killer.  She smiled wanly at Mikhail.  It was sweet of him to say as such.  But she was a stupid fool for letting her heart lead her feet.  Damn, damn and double damn - she should not have gone.  She could have gone the entirety of her life without having met the black hole which was SaDiablo.  She stared into the flames, watching as they danced against the encroaching darkness.  There was the pop and sizzle as sap boiled in the heat.  She was in a daze and it was only the sloshing of the drink that brought her from her reverie.

She stared at the flask in shock and then a broad, crooked smile made its way to her lips.  [color=6E8E67]"Thank you,"[/color] she said as she accepted the container.  She took a quick swig and found, to her disappointment, only ale.  [color=6E8E67]"Haven't got anything a bit stronger, have you?"[/color] she inquired jokingly as she handed the container back.  She did not want to be greedy.

Fatima drew her legs to her chest and looked around at the others.  They were waiting on her... weren't they.  She sighed deeply as she rubbed her temples.  Tough decisions.  That was what it meant to be a Queen.  She'd spent so long running from this kind of thing.  Ah.  Well.  [color=6E8E67]"Lets sleep this evening and we'll leave at the break of dawn.  I don't wish to stay longer than necessary.  We should also set up a watch system, except for Faeril.  It is important she regain her strength.  Let's be sure that we can leave at a moments notice, keep most things packed away."[/color]  There, did she say that in a Queenly way?  No questions in her voice?  She hoped so.