<b><span style="font-size: 18px">White Winged Griffon</span></b><br/><br/>Nareen looked down as if in shame as the pretty elf fished a copper coin from her bosom and placed it on the table.  Had she been a better actress she might have even managed to blush.  Instead she looked back up and gave a coy smile as Aerendyl complimented her name before returning to the porridge which she ate as if starving, despite the rather bland taste.  She gave the elf's wandering eyes plenty of opportunity.  She had a difficult time suppressing her discomfort as the elf again sneezed heavily, making a bit of a face but fortunately the elf's eyes were elsewhere.<br/><br/>She recovered her composure and let her tears well up again.  "Well my Ma, she is very ill.  I had come to Yartar in hopes of finding a healer, but they are all far too expensive and demand a small fortune to visit her in my village.  I would bring her here, but I fear she would not survive the journey, though it is only a day down river by barge."<br/><br/>"Confession?"  She looked the elf in the eyes with her most innocent expression.  "Do my sinful thoughts, betray me so readily?"  She asked, this time it was her eyes that ran the length of the elf's body from head to seat as they sat together.  She did manage to blush, "I do sometimes have...impure thoughts."  She said, then swallowed hard, as if she expected the priestess of Sune to punish her for such deviant thoughts when it came to love.