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Winifred giggled as she watched him balance both drinks on his way back. Once he reached their table, she gave him a small applaud, and hungrily looked at her drink. Licking her lips a tad, she sipped the first inch out, and took a giant swig. Feeling the mead smoothly flow down her throat, giving her a slight buzz already due to the empty stomach. "Wow, it has been.. a while." Looking down into her mug, she smiled.

"So, Artem. How old were you when you left your parents?" Winifred slightly assumed they were dead. Otherwise, why would he spend so much time traveling? Unless something terrible happened to hurt their bond, they had to be dead. She was sensitive to the possibility; so, leaving the question open ended allowed her to not seems so presumptuous. Her hand went up to her throat, gently resting it there while she took another swig. 1/3rd of the drink now gone.