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"No, thank you, I am full," Dwin dismissed the servant and watched him leave with a very thoughtful look in her eyes. She had not touched any of the foods here, despite her being hungry. But for a forest wolf, who was used to the simple pleasures of a well-rotten deer carcass, the odd-smelling foods here raised suspicions. 

"Dwin," she turned to face Tavina again and smiled. An awkward pause followed, because, while this particular Blackthorn was famous for being able to talk ears off people, if given free reign, she was not used to small-talk. The months of spending time only in the company of her own family members had made that already creaky skill even more rusty. 

"So with that magic in hand, the fountain of youth and immortality is something you drink from daily, I presume?" she resumed continuing to play "rumours say that your folk is all voodoo and magic" thread. "Tell me - what now that you have a new pharaoh? What will her duties be?" she asked quickly, in case her previous attempt at being witty had fallen on deaf ears.