Zohariel felt her hollow stomach. She realised that she had been so preoccupied she had still not gotten anything to eat. She recalled one person cooking something....smelt like rabbit...that one! On the horse....ok...they were all on horses. But Dykoria was with him. Oh well, stuff her. Zohariel sauntered up to Lorin and held out her hand.
"I'm Zohariel. You?" Lorin frowned. Zohariel took that to mean Lorin was offended by her appearance like so many other shallow types.
"Fine. Its just, I'm starving and you seem to have a supply of cooked rabbit. I have a few bits of silver. Would ya sell me some?"
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Amin i waith dangeren i firn i guinar. Amin ith a riel guldur.
You keep talking but all I ever hear is blah blah blah.
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