The girl walked ahead of him into the crowded room, then to the table he pointed her to.  She sat down facing the crowd and barely waited for him to sit before spooning the stew into her mouth.  The gnawing in her stomach seeming worse as soon as the food touched her mouth.<br/><br/>Several bites later, she realized what she was doing and said, "I don't really have a story.  I was looking for a job and thought I found one.  My brother found one, that is.  He's gone, though.  Off carrying gear for monsters  hunters.  They say they'll give him part of the bounty, which won't happen even if they do kill anything, but it's a job along the way, so I can't really blame him for going."<br/><br/>She wolfed down several more swallows, half debating returning the question, then decided it was better to get the man talking.  "What about you?  Don't think I've seen you around here too much before.  You got a story?"