Dragoncrest Cliffs two minutes, turkish.

Kheviel gave a sigh. Name one thing better than sex? Sleep, she said shortly, and chewed, and swallowed, and stared at him with dull eyes. She glanced down at the fish. I told you this thing smelled weird. I won't eat anymore of it. You take it, or throw it away. I don't care. She gave it another sniff, snorted at the strange smell, and turned away.