Disailina turned her attention back to the black silken caller on her neck, it opened its eyes and slidered down along her arm she stroked its head. They looked in each eyes for some time, one as black as the others and she continued to stroke the pitch black snakes head with a finger<br/><br/>She lifted a hand to signal to the waitress "Bring me some food and good wine please" She asks, it was increasingly hard to get wine of acceptable quality