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

	Dareen was mildly puzzled at Fatima's behavior, but assumed it was a part of her she just hadn't seen yet. To be honest, she looked the type to do such a thing, even if it was degrading. Sybl also gave her a look that she could only reasonably interpet in so many ways. There was a Black Widow upstairs. This man was working, serving, a local Queen, Alice. Fatima was the only non-bitch Queen Dareen had ever met, so it was safe to assume that she would try to have Faeril killed. 

	This was most likely some political nonsense. She knew the others were having mental conversations about the situation, ones that she was not privy too. Totally understandable. Dareen was, after all, some kind of weirdo. She felt like she should take a backseat to the discussion at hand. However, as Jandar brought up the mention of a spy, Dareen hesitated. Now she stood, rising from her stool and walking over to a far wall, isolated from the discussion. Out of habit she leaned up against it and watched the discussion unfold. There was more likely more going on here than beach talks. Obviously, the Black Widow upstairs was an unknown factor of the Queen Alice and her minion here. If he was here to report them or attack them or spy on them, than Dareen's services may be needed. 

	Dareen crossed her arms and leaned back, rolling her shoulders and neck. Absently she traced her right arm with her left index finger, following the lines on her skin that she instinctually knew were there. This...was a familiar feeling. Often times she would wait on the sidelines while her commander spoke fervently with contractors and representatives of Queens. Only afterward would he feel fit to divulge some of the crucial details, and only then would she be able to offer her consul. The only issue was that once someone has made a first impression, it is often hard to change it. She just hoped Fatima wasn't making a mistake by playing it like this. They needed to get to Kaeleer to build a power base...and right now this Sybl goober was in the way. 

	The ex-mercenary stood idly by, her back to the wall, watching everything unfold and trying to piece together as much as she could. A nonoffensive, aloof presence that could be easily ignored-- by design.