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

	Dareen finished off her glass, having not drunk nearly enough alcohol to get anywhere near buzzed. The others arrived, and Dareen was sorry to say that she had probably accidentally spoiled what little remained of Denvar's mood. Some people didn't like talking about their past. Dareen was probably one of them- if only to people she actually wanted to like her. Like Fatima, who asked her about the tattoos that covered her body. That day Dareen had gone ahead and left about any details about the people who had given it to her. But Fatima would have to find out eventually.

	Dareen blinked, shaking the thoughts out of her head and refocused on the task at hand. Jandar, Fatima, Mikhail, and a stranger had appeared. Apparently, he was a guide. Even though there was already some tension in the room. Dareen bought Jandar's explanation. At the very least, she was in no position to be judging unknown newcomers. 

	[color=c4df9b]"Okay,"[/color] She replied simply, quietly, giving a brief nod towards the man named Sybl. Perhaps they would get acquainted later. Now Dareen leaned against the counter and simply observed the situation unfolding. Ready to be useful to whoever asked.