Nathan had merely dumped Abia's plate back in the skillet and stirred it up over the fire just enough that it was hot once more without being overcooked.  Bringing it out and setting it in front of her, he poured himself another cup of coffee.<br/><br/>"Vixaria might be in need of a job, Abia.  And you look like you might need some extra help.  But she's also got people chasing after her that I'll let her tell you about."<br/><br/>Abia might need the help, but whether she wanted a warlord chasing after her employee might be a different matter.  It would depend to some extent on how well Vixaria could blend into the peasantry of the town.