"Soup it is."  Ari said, once again leaving her spot at the table.  She didn't mind, not really, fetching drinks and eats for the others, although there were times when she thought they just expected it of her.  Still, Ilene really did look... chilled.  She wondered if she should run upstairs and shut her windows before it became too cold.  Shrugging, she decided against it.  The heat from the ovens would dispell most of it.  She left the others to chat while she slipped into the kitchen and ladled out a bowl of barlely soup for Ilene, adding a large plate of deep fried potato slices, a large wedge of cheese and a plate of apple slices to her bounty.<br/><br/>Balancing it all on a larger serving platter, easy enough when one had done for over half their life, she made her way back, easily manuervering around the Inn's patrons and setting it out in the middle of the table before placing the soup bowl before Ilene.<br/><br/>"Eat up and really, where<em>is</em>Xhol?"  She looked out the window, noting that in the short time she'd been gone the fog had seemed to thicken slightly.  A shiver ran up and down her spine, which she tried to pass off as caused by the chill air that seemed to be seeping beneath the nearby door.  Hiding the feeling of unease, she cut a thin slice of cheese and paired it with a slice of apple, nibbling heartily.