''Nonsense! Right on! Everybody always gots time fo' po'k! But seein' some lack uh a good nights rest be betta' to catch down on, I'll make sho' man dere gots'ta be some large po'shun uh po'k and deliciously cooked plum fo' ya' eyebally when ya' awake. Yeah, I'll make sho' man uh dat. But fo' now, follow me, and I'll make yo' beds as I'll show yo' room. You's gots'ta sleep in one room, dough, hope dat would be way coo'? ''<br/><br/>The well-fleshed out vulpari lady was already walking on her way through the narrow corridors of the home. Eponine felt like the entire home just seemed to descend downwards in the ground, the hallways decorated with flowery wallpaper and dozens of paintings of vulpari and elves. She could even recognise a few elves here and there that seemed to look like the lady that had shown them the house in the first place.<br/><br/>''Well, seems you are in good hands for now. I will hear of your awakening after you have had a good nights rest, until then I'll leave you in the care of madame Molly. Whatever you need, you can ask her for it, and she is next to an incredibly skilled cook, a very practised healer as well. In fact, she is probably the only one in the village with enough knowledge of ramen anatomy to fix your bones, Razor.''<br/><br/>With that said, she tapped the rim of her hood that was resting on her white-blond hair before she turned round and left the house again, grunting rather frustrated of having to bend over to leave the damned dome. In the meantime, Eponine and Razor had been guided through the round hallways until Molly opened up a door to a room with a very large bed in it. Eponine could see the bed was made for elves, rather then humans or even Vulpari. It was a kingsize she had never seen before, without sheets and a duvet to cover it. Not that it took molly much time to open the cabinets and make the beds for her guests as she chattered away.<br/><br/>''Now, whut wuz yo' dojiggers again? ''<br/><br/>Eponine raised her eyebrow as the woman was looking at her expectantly, before she realised the madame wanted to know her name. Dojigger was name? What a strange people here, although she was grateful most of the vulpari seemed to speak her language, something she could not do in return.<br/><br/>''My name is Eponine, and this is Razor, miss Molly.''<br/><br/>Molly, just continued fluffing the sheets and sticking the duvets in a rather soft and wonderfully coloured bedding. Eponine had never seen anything so fluffy looking in her life, and wondered if the duvet was filled with real feathers. She had always slept on hard board beds and thin woolen sheets to keep herself warm at night. This ought to be a very good rest after all the troubles she had gone through. Nevertheless, she was still listening to miss molly, and could barely understand what the woman was saying about her name.<br/><br/>''Eponine, Eponine. ah' likes yo' dojigger, some few decades ago dere wuz some qeeun in Gha'mos who had dat dojigger. Shame she wuz behaided fo' cheatin' on ha' husband, rada' pleasant elf t'see as well. Ah' hope ya' is not as promiscuous as her. Ah be baaad... She wuz considered t'be da damn moda' of some village uh Vulpari in de outskirts uh de desert dere. Mah' auntie belle knowed ha' well. She wuzn't some real moda' dough, mind ya'. She wuz some protecto' uh yo' sucka's, as de elves gots always been. 'S coo', bro. Hmm, dere ya' go, dis should do it! Right on! You's bed be made, miss. And as fo' ya',(she pointed at Razor) as soon as ya' wake I'll feed yo' belly wid mah' famous meat! Get some fat on yo' bones, yes yes. ''<br/><br/>Suddenly the silence crept upon Eponine as the vulpari woman left the room, not without slapping the hips of the girl to coach her into getting into bed. The young priestess couldn't help but blush at the warm and extrovert personality of the vulpari, as well as the idea of sleeping in one bed with Razor. However big it might be, she had no idea how to tell him that there was only one bed. Perhaps he had already noticed it?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>