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

	[color=c4df9b]"Yeah, Sybl. Any good times to be had? You want a drink or something?"[/color] She gestured to the bottle of scotch that Denvar had purchased. [color=c4df9b]"It's on him."[/color] She gesutred at Denvar, joking with a crooked, small smirk. Dareen didn't know anything about Sybl other than that he was new to the group, which Dareen could somewhat relate too. She was trying to back up Denvar in his attempt at small talk, hoping to bolster his image and make Sybl feel more welcome. Or at least like it was nothing personal against him.

	Dareen couldn't find it in herself to act on her distrust of people who served the many wretched Queens of this land. After all she had been one until recently. So the least she could do was make them feel comfortable. Dareen wasn't sure who she served now- probably Fatima, but it's not like Fatima had ever actually asked Dareen to 'serve' her. Nor that she would once she inevitably learned the truth.