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

She smiled kindly at Dareen, her offer of what she assumed was empathy for her dilemma with Faeril.  She knew the woman would get over it, Faeril was tough as nails.  She was lucky to have been able to have a moment past her barrier.  She had just poked a wound in the wrong way, she supposed.  Just as Dareen said, though perhaps with more nuance of violence.  

Fatima considered this connection to the Queen of Winton and was not feeling great about it.  Her stomach churned at the thought of that of some pampered bitch laying her hands on any of her new family.  She chewed her cheek as she listened.  It seemed all had finished putting their input forward and Fatima was about to reply when the young lad showed up.

[color=6E8E67]"I am Fatima,"[/color] she said softly and stood, approaching the boy.  Worry swam in her gut.  She didn't like this one bit.  She took the letter from him and offered a small coin for his hard work.  "Thank you."  She opened the missive and frowned before handing it off to whoever deigned to take it.  [color=6E8E67]"Fuck,"[/color] she whispered.  [color=6E8E67]"Xandar has decided to go off on his own.  Idiot.  Wants to make friends with the Queen."[/color] She snorted derisively.  She hoped he would be safe.  She hoped his misplaced trust would be rewarded.  She rubbed her hands over her face and produced a huge sigh worthy of an tragic actress on stage.

[color=6E8E67]"I am wary of trusting this priestess, however I do think it important we find a safe haven.  We need a base of operations, someplace outside of the reach of a certain someone-"[/color] she did not wish to speak Dorothea's name lest it bring foul luck to Xandar.  She dropped her hands to her sides and looked at her motley crew of rebels.  A smile took hold of her lips.  [color=6E8E67]"If we all agree, I would be amenable to taking a leap of faith.  It seems we are all in agreement?  Of course I would have you Dareen, always."[/color]  She looked to Mikhail.  [color=6E8E67]"I don't know about the weather, we'd have to ask our friendly neighborhood assassin,"[/color] she teased lightly.