The dirt reamining on Vanetria - she should really study the prestidigitation spell again, she could just hear her old tutor chiding her for not casting it perfectly - vanished quickly, and so did her worries. In the warm water - easily adjusted by a turn of the dial - she relaxed, and the maid announcing her meal was ready came much too soon.<br/><br/>The meal was a bit more frugal than expected - maybe even Zazesspur felt the ravages of war, at least to the pint of not having elvish tastes catered to the extent available in other cities. But it filled Vanestria's belly even so, leaving her ready to continue her task.