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[center] Winton, in the courtyard outside the Inn[/center] 

	Dareen kept doodling, her drawings eventually fading into nonchalant scribbles. It was hard to not to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, she hadn't figured out the Craft needed to turn off her ears. Body language was also readable even from a distance. So Dareen frowned when even the most sociable of them, Fatima, seemed to be rebuked by whatever Fatima was going through.

	[color=c4df9b]"Hmm,"[/color] she hummed quietly in response. [color=c4df9b]"My commander used to say that people were like wars, conversations like battlefields. Do the right thing, victory is assured. Make a mistake, and it can never be undone. Everyone has a set of words that will make them kill you on sight, or be loyal as a family member. The trick is not overplaying your hand, and finding the right phrases to get people to like you. To get what you want."[/color] Dareen said. She tapped the pages of her diary, her eyes staring into the middle distance.

	Then she glanced over at Mikhail, and then she looked to Jandar as he spoke. Raising her eyebrows she gestured over to Jandar's back as he spoke. [color=c4df9b]"That's something. We want to go there, right?"[/color] She murmered, almost to herself but she left it open for Mikhail to comment.