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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Winton[/center][hr][hr]

Fatima patted the dog, watching the game progress.  She followed Gen's gaze to Thom.  The poor boy was trying to hard but the keg was obviously quite the thing for him to handle.  She carefully set the dog on the floor as she went to help the lad.  [color=6E8E67]"I don't know.  It's not safe with us."[/color] She said as she passed him.  It was spoken with a light, matter-of-fact tone that did not indicate the darkness she felt regarding their situation.  Fatima took an end of the keg and grinned.  [color=6E8E67]"You know, it is okay to ask for help.  You need not carry a burden alone when you are among friends,"[/color] she told the boy with kindness.  She helped the boy carry the drink up to the room.  She gave Faeril and Mikhail a small smile and wave before heading back down to the common area.

She took her seat back at the poker table and pulled the dog into her lap again.  She was just in time to hear Dareen's question.  [color=6E8E67]"That's a bit complicated,"[/color] she responded with a smirk.  [color=6E8E67]"I spent a lot of time dodging the servants to do what I wanted.  I did not like getting bossed around.  But there were people who dressed me and made my food and such.  The usual fair.  But when I was able to get away I learned how to do a lot for myself too.  Nothing beats having someone draw hot water for your bath for you though.  I can handle bugs and dirt and eating bread harder than a rock.  But cold baths are just the worst."[/color]  She wrinkled her nose as she said it.