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[center] Winton, in the Inn with Denvar[/center] 

	Dareen compressed her lips at Denvar, finding a nearby wall to lean against like she usually did, crossing her arms. That conversation went about aswell as one could hope. She was sure Faeril would fill Denvar in eventually. Dareen wasn't sure she had the energy to go through something like that again today. She'd much rather get into a fight. Maybe that was her problem?

	The boy seemed to be gone, and so did everyone else. It was just Dareen, Denvar, and Faeril. As Denvar spoke, he poured her a glass, which she tried not to be too eager about. Either way she ended up at the bar next to the Eyrien and sipped at her glass. He assumed Faeril had done something wrong, when in reality it was Dareen who had made the mistakes. The Pruulish Witch could probably guess at the old wound Gen had mentioned, the image of that lonely room flashing through her mind.

	[color=c4df9b]"Faeril...she's uh...she's a good woman."[/color] Dareen commented quietly, looking into the middle distance. Making eye contact with Denvar, Dareen asked, [color=c4df9b]"How long have you known her?"[/color] Dareen's voice was light, trying to make casual conversation.[color=c4df9b] "If you don't mind me askin'."[/color]