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

She was surprised at the vehemence with which her empathy was met.  She sat in stunned silence and looked up at the Eyrien woman.  Faeril had gone so far as to call her a child.  That was quite rude.  Fatima wasn't a spring chicken by any means.  She was so prickly, just like the brothers.  She did not respond to the woman's leaving.  What was there to say?  Nothing else came to her mind.  And it appeared she had already fucked it up enough.  Fatima clasped her hands in her lap, gently massaging her palm when Jandar broke her from her thoughts.

She turned white-gold eyes upon him and smiled.  [color=6E8E67]"Hello, enjoy eavesdropping?"[/color] she teased but this was quickly changed to interest with the statement of the priestess and dark gates.  Her eyebrows raised and she whistled softly.  The tension seemed to melt from him as he unburdened his secret.  [color=6E8E67]"Well, that certainly is news.  How did you meet this person?  I don't imagine that priestesses just go about advertising on the streets.  Can she be trusted?"[/color]