<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Aten Marlowe</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/15RW9l1-kdi1U_p6TrvCCoAbEAKuMV4KyKxnD-dlWCKA/edit)<br/><br/>Aten smiled fondly at the bard as she ate.  He took the wine from her before she could waterlog herself--if not before drank enough that even a breakfast wine could begin to intoxicate--and took a draw for himself.  Then he caped it and packed it away.  "That's enough, little one."  Aten brushed Vin's hair, then tucked it back behind her ear.  "i won't let you make yourself sick.  There'll be a hot breakfast in the morning."<br/><br/>Still across the wagon from Vin, Aten lay sword, shield, and scale aside.  Then he rose and sat next to her.  Strong arms went around the young bard's tiny waist.  "Are you cold, Vin?  That doesn't look too warm."