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[center] Winton, downstairs in the Inn[/center] 

Dareen chuckled at Denvar's comment and sank further down into her chair as she began to realise that he was nervous about something too. Gennar and Faeril were beginning to clash blades, and they immediately switched into their native tongues to do so. Still, if Dareen had to guess, she would guess it had something to do with the little boy that had tagged along with their little group of terrorists and ne'er-do-wells. The mercenary herself was completely neutral to the idea, and even if she did have an opinion she imagined it wasn't her place in the group to voice it. Right now she was just tagging along and trying to make herself useful.

Either way, as Gennar and Faeril began to argue, Dareen was extremely uncomfortable. This kind of discord was very uncommon among her mercenary group. Nothing that couldn't be settled with a fist fight or more tactful speaking. From their tones of voices, this was more than just a strategical debate- it was personal. Very awkward. It didn't help that if she wanted to talk with Faeril soon she would have to speak with the Black Widow after she just had an argument.

Someone- Gennar, apparently- said somethign they shouldn't have, and Faeril looked like she had been slapped in the face by someone she couldn't slap back. Normally if someone slapped Faeril in the face, they would get what was coming to them, Dareen imagined, but in this case the only recourse provided to the Black Widow was to exit the conversation entirely.

Eugh. Ugh. This is the worst, Dareen thought. This feels worse then that fight to the death I had back at Faeril's house. Or that time I thought I was going to die for sure at Faeril's hands. I'm ashamed to say it doesn't feel quite as bad as when I had to wear that dress. I think maybe my priorities are out of whack.

Mikhail followed behind, and Fatima returned to be the conversation looking like a house of cards that explode on impact.

What were they talking about? This was heavy stuff, apparently.

She imagined Denvar wasn't going to be paying much attention to the game now, so Dareen tried to become as socially invisible as possible and remained completely still. It was probably best that she got up and left, like Mikhail, but where would she go? What if someone looked at her or told her to sit back down? Her back was literally against the wall, like she always liked it, but in this case she felt trapped between a rock and three to four very tense people. If she got up, she would have to awkwardly scoot past the standing Fatima. If she accidentally brushed up against Fatima, Dareen knew for a fact that she would freeze to death and become an iceblock. Not gonna happen. 

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