<div class="floatright"><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">For:<br/>(http://www.angelickitten.com/gal/avatar/abigail.jpg)<br/>Abigail<br/>Elysia<br/>Reinhardt</span></strong></em></div><br/>Abigail quickly settles in and washes up.  The warm water feels good, and watching the road dust wash off her skin and into the basin quickly greying with road dirt tells her just how much she needed this.  She uses the second pitcher to rinse off and wash her hair.  On reflection, that might have been a mistake.  Her hair would be wet, and not likely to dry in time for her audience, there was nothing to be done for it, so there was not point in worrying.<br/><br/>The simple act of lying down felt really good, and she had to have an internal debate if she wanted a nap or a meal more at the moment.  It was a closely debated topic that was mostly contested in her mind until a gurggling protest from her tummy decides the issue.  Best to eat,  no point in embarassing yourself in front of Adhafera.<br/><br/>Downstairs, she found that it was too late for lunch, but too early for dinner.  Guest however came at all hours of the day, and something was always kept on hand.  Apologies are made, and Abigail manages to get served a bowl of thick soup, with bits of meat, potatos, and carrots cut into it to be make certain the meal was filling.  A selection of beverages are offered, of which you select one, and the meal proves to be better than she was expecting.  Attempts of payment are declined.<br/><br/>It doesnt take long before, Abigail notices, a young teen perhaps a few years her junior... maybe more than a few enter and speak to the a waitress who was wiping down a table.  She nods, and seems to point you out.  Had a hour come and gone already?  It felt really brief.<br/><br/>"Champion Reinhardt?  I've been sent to ensure you find your way to your audience.  Are you prepared to go now?"<br/><br/>