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Watching the Innkeeper take a seat a few tables away, Conwood shook her head. “Of course, after all- you own the place.”

The aroma of the smoke seemed pleasant to her; it reminded her of the rebellious stage she took. It wasn’t ‘proper’ for a lady to smoke- so of course she had to. The satisfaction Artem received from his meal brought pleasure to her. “When was the last time you had a meal like this?” Waving her hand towards the plate in front of her, she wondered if he was the human version of a street cat. “Why did she run off? What is she running from? It isn’t like she is missing anything from the life she has.” Fishing for information, her body remained relaxed. Conwood didn’t want her posture to insinuate that she was crossing a boundary- though she knew the information he should be providing about his conquest would be none.

Becoming slightly insecure from his comment, she took her fork and ate a few bites. Placing her silverware off to the side of the plate- informing anyone that she wouldn’t be eating anymore. “There.” Chewing slowly, her face turned sour at the taste of grease and fat. A forced smile was offered. A hard swallow shoved the food down, but the taste remained.