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[indent]For the most part, Mako got what she wanted. She was left alone by the people inside the tavern. She wondered what kind of status the armor she wore. What did it mean to be a warden? She let out a breath, placing her head against the back of her hand. She closed her eyes and let herself rest for the moment. 

She could hear what sounded to be a couple of children talking about a soldier. Probably her. Before being corrected, Alexisa was a [i]warden[/i]. A higher position than most soldiers. She supposed a noble wouldn't have settled for a lower position. However, the children were soon silenced by other people. 

The smell of food overpowered everything else and she looked up, opening her eyes, to see that the matron had served her the meal. She spoke about there only being very few survivors. So there were some? They likely already moved on from this tavern. She gave a small, grateful smile to the matron. [color=00a99d]"Yes, it was an unfortunate... battle. And thank you for the offer. I wanted to ask if I may rent a room for the night. I'll... I'll follow up tomorrow."[/color]

After the matron's response, Mako finally set her gaze on the food once again and her stomach growled. Aside from the fish, she wasn't exactly quite sure what the meal before her was but at this point, she didn't really care. It took every single bit of her dwindling willpower to not just wolf it down. Some part of her reminded her of manners and a rational part of her brain reminded her that Alexisa was a noble and should act like one. 

It might have been her hunger or it might actually be the cooking, but by all the gods of this world, this meal was by far one of the best she had had. 
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