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<br/>​</div>Marek kept a close eye on the two females, almost expecting a brawl of some sort of break out between them and that he'd have to mediate. They were fiery, and he had little experience with women, much less with ones that had wills of iron like these two. He had taken a bite out of a hunk of bread and chewed slowly as they sparred back and forth. His eyebrows raised at the conditions that Shadow set before Sybille. To submit to some sort of arcane divination and her very life was on the line?! Who would accept such a thing?<br/><br/>Yet to his surprise Sybille accepted! She must want the help of this feline very much. Which brought his gaze back to Shadow. His eyes looked her over and he blushed again as she gestured to his food and that he should eat. Cheeks burning, he did set about eating the food, and as he only had a few bites down a comely<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/e6/71/c5e6717802f9489e6d2b9ba45cdaac4f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">barmaid</a>stopped by and asked if he wanted the food heated up. Her auburn hair was pulled back, revealing her slightly pointed ears and marking her as a half-elf. Her eyes were bright as she regarded him, and Marek gladly handed back the food so she could get him some that was hot. It was easy enough to do, as the venison stew could be set on the stove readily.<br/><br/>The conversation between the two seemed to be winding down, and the half-elf returned in a few minutes to give him a now piping hot bowl with plenty of meat and potatoes. Her hand touched his shoulder and lingered there momentarily, before she turned, brushing her hip against his arm and moving away. Marek, clueless as he was, set into eating. Neither of the females had eaten yet, that he had seen.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Don't you think you should eat first? Shouldn't go anywhere on an empty stomach."</span></b>he mused, and looked between Sybille and Shadow. They seemed so eager to get going that they were forgetting to take care of themselves.