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[center] Winton, in the Inn with everyone --> Dress Shop[/center] 

	Now Dareen narrowed her eyes at the Queen Fatima, being more and more unconvinced of her act. She'd never stuck her tongue out like that before. But her attention was taken from this thought when Sybl offered to rub Fatima's feet and then blushed. Dareen cringed alongside him, quietly sucking in some air through her gritted teeth. That was unfortunate gaming. 

	Speaking of bad luck, Dareen was the next subject of Sybl's attention despite her best efforts. He offered to buy her a dress and she wrinkled her nose. Mmm, no, definitely not a dress. She would be happy if she never wore a dress for the rest of her life. He seemingly got a good luck at her, though, and offered to take her to a blacksmith aswell. At this Dareen chuckled, standing back to her own two feet. She flattened her shirt and sleeves as she spoke. [color=c4df9b]"Ah, yes, the two hobbies: high fashion and weaponry."[/color] She said with a sarcastic wisdom. 

	At that moment, Gen spoke. Dareen was on the fence as to whether or not she should go. However, someone else telling her what to do made it easier. She briefly wondered what that said about her before nodding at Gen. [color=c4df9b]"A woman of my caliber, huh?"[/color] She said, acting flattered to herself. Dareen took a few steps forward and looked at the group gathering to leave.

	[color=c4df9b]"Yeah, I'll go with you guys. Probably not gonna buy anything, though. Except maybe an extra shirt or two. Do they come in shades of deserty brown, or maybe sandy tan? Sawdust beige? I'm very particular."[/color] Dareen said facetiously. She made fun of her own"taste in fashion." It was a rhetorical question, one that Dareen punctuated with a wink at Fatima, calling back to their time they spent creating a dress for Dareen. Even though it didn't work out, in retrospect, it was fun. 

	Following the others, Dareen trailed behind, occasionally kicking absent-mindedly at loose stones. As she did she kept an eye on the town around them. Given she was told specifically by Gen to throw people off, she was no longer worried about her unorthodox appearance. She had even summoned her saber and sheathed it into her scabbard, casually holding the handle with her left hand. Occasionally giving a small smile to those who made eye contact with her. Upon reaching the place she peaked inside, getting a good look around. It was a tired but cheerful place, an environment that reflected well on it's owner. She deduced that she probably liked the shopkeeper, whoever she was. Still Dareen would be of no use in here. Dareen ducked out of the dressing conversation and elected to stand outside by the door, keeping a watchful eye on the environment around her, loitering casually with her back against the wall. Once again she crossed her arms and traced the line-dot pattern that ran beneath her sleeves. A familiar pose that Dareen didn't realise she did very often.