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It looked like two of those soldiers were talking about the canines that accompanied their respective persons. That wolf in particular seemed to remind Mehetabel of a certain trio of a similar breed, who would almost always hunt alongside her village's hunting party. Mehetabel was actually quite fond of them; enough so that she'd take every chance to play with any one of them that she could get.

While reminiscing this started off as a pleasant experience, the reason Mehetabel grimaced was because she knew where it lead. She looked away from the wolf that she took her time observing, and returned her attention to the soldiers, who looked to have just finished a hand. At this point, her patience was beginning to wear thin, and she figured there was one surefire way she'd have their attention. She'd have to try and throw her hat in the ring, or so the saying went, and that in turn meant she had to offer something of relative value, here. With that, she immediately set to filing through her pockets.

There were more than a few rations that Mehetabel intentionally set aside for later, but she never got round to eating said rations again, and ultimately forgot that some of them were even [i]there[/i]. Doubting they'd be good enough to ante up, Mehetabel kept searching until she managed to find a box of matches in an inside pockets. Seeing what else had been coughed up thus far, they'd be perfect for this situation.

[color=92278f]"Hey, uh... there doesn't happen to be any 'no girls allowed' bullshit in play, is there?"[/color] Mehetabel asked, holding up her box of matches all the while, [color=92278f]"Figured [i]these[/i] would go well with all those cigs that're lined up there,"[/color]