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

She watched Jandar go with a slight nod.  She would never detain him.  It simply wasn't her way, as she herself greatly despised being cooped up and kept hidden.  That had been most of her life, unfortunately. She turned her attention back to the game, watching Dareen and Denvar with interest.  Her hand continued to absently pet the dog.  Dareen raised the stakes again and Fatima had to grin.  What a brave woman to keep going in such a fashion.  She must have had good cards.

Fatima set Denny on the ground and stood, stretching.  [color=6E8E67]"I need to use the loo, be back in a tick."[/color]  She walked off in the direction of their rooms, hoping to find privacy there now that it had been quitted by Mikhail and Faeril.  She entered the plain, simple quarters - nicer than some places she had stayed in the past - and made a bee-line for the bathroom.  She closed and locked the door before turning to study her face in the mirror.  Dark skin, light eyes, dark hair - all of her Hyallian traits so obvious.  She shook her head and summoned a box.

With reverence, she opened the lid and peered into the jars of herbs which lived there.  She pulled out a few, seemingly at random, checking their contents before putting them back.  Frustration turned down the corners of her lips and furrowed her brows.  She didn't have enough herbs left to make a proper potion.  She tried to run a hand through her hair but only found a tangle of curls from which she had to free herself.  Fatima vanished the box and thought long and hard.  What was she to do?  It would not be too long before her Moon Time started and she did not have any desire to awaken the protective nature of the Warlords.  They were already wary and jumpy enough as it was.

Heaving a grand sigh, she exited the bathroom and made her way back down the stairs to the common area.  She did not take her place at the table again.  She went to the tavern owner instead and ordered a drink.  And then asked him, on the sly, the best way she could get herbs in this town.