<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GhFuQV8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>THE FLAME DANCER | BLAISE GABIETA </strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Tiefling  Gestalt (Cleric - Light Domain | Warlock - Hexblade) | Background: Entertainer | Neutral Good</span><br/><hr/>That was tender!  Really tender!  It was weird how tender it was.  Unbelievable how tender and painful it was.  For some reason her fingers kept coming back to that soft spot.  It was fortunate that Burton returned with food.  She needed the distraction.<br/><br/>She smiled at the squire after Roen introduced her.<strong>"Thank you."</strong>She was curious what type of Lord Gurden Rockseeker was.  Everything suggested he was a kind and generous man.  The squire spoke well of him, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.<br/><br/>Any questions could wait until after she sampled that chowder.  She didn't mind sharing a spoon with Roen.  Though, she wasn't certain the single glass of water would be enough for both of them.  She took a sip to wet her throat, and while it may not have quenched the burning feeling the water soothed it some.<br/><br/>Next she tore a bite sized piece from the bread, soaked it in the chowder, and then unceremoniously plopped it into her mouth.   She chewed and swallowed so quickly she barely even tasted it.  She followed it with another bite sized piece of bread which was eaten nearly as quickly.  She spared a moment to nudge Roen to start.  She hadn't realized how hungry she had been, and while she didn't want to appear gluttonous before the young squire, the intensity of her hunger made her care very little for proper decorum.