Dauphin stifled a curse. She was, in reality, no more a priestess of the neutral Lord Varoon than her faelan was.
The man was still waiting, regarding her with a perplexed expression.
"Forgive me, Sir Eltoon," she said wearily, "but I am not in a fit state to entertain. If you don't mind, I would like to be left alone for I have traveled long and hard to get here."
"Of course, my lady," murmured Eltoon, "Perhaps we will speak more when you are rested?"
Dauphin made a noncommital noise and gratefully accepted the steaming plate of food set down before her as Sir Eltoon sketched a bow and sat down in a corner table.
Unsuccessfully, she tried not to wolf the delicious food down but her stomach had complained of hunger for far too long. The food was gone within minutes. Fearing that she had made a spectacle of herself long enough, Dauphin left a coin on the table and slid out into the darkening night.
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