Aearion laughed,

"Aye! Indeed, I do know a good meal when I smell one... Just don't let me get ran over, and I shall be fine." He then turned around, a smile on his face. He soon found himself overwhellmed by all of the many different smells of all of the different foods... Eventually, he did manage to find a few choice carts that were selling many things - Bread, cheese, pork, various kinds of fruit, and a few bottles of Laketown's famous wine. Well, that that hadn't been already sold anyway. Aearion eventually identified all of the foods present, and got a couple of pears, bread, cheese, and a bottle of water (Although he could not see him, the man selling him everything was quite surprised he did not take at least one bottle of wine) It was taking quite a while to get all of the objects into his pack, but after a moment he got them all wrapped in cloths, so that they stay clean, and into his pack. He got up, pack in his hand, and slowly turned around 360 degrees. He hadn't a clue where to go.

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"Aearion?" called Atalante over the crowd, thinking he'd been gone quite long enough to get food. She rounded a corner, and glanced about for him. "Aearion? Oh, I did tell you to ask me if you needed help," she laughed, spotting him and catching his hand. "Though I see you did get some lunch?"

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Aearion turned around, listening for Atalante's voice, trying to decide which direction it was coming from. But his question was soon answered when she caught his hand, which made him jump slightly.

"Ah, yes. You startled me. I hate it around here... so loud... Please, lead us to a quieter place, my ears would be most grateful. And yes, I managed to fetch a small amount of bread, some cheese, and a few pears. And I hope you don't mind water opposed to wine... I didn't feel like paying a fortune for lunch..."

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(hm... this stuff is nice and all... but can we get some action? Please? I'm kinda getting bored with this rpg... sorry...)

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((Well... I don't exactly know how to incorporate that right now... I really don't. Sorry... ))

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((It's coming, don't worry Maybe I'll rush us along in a bit...though I'm having trouble thinking of things to happen at the palace... ))

Atalante expertly guided the two of them to a bench, where she sat down. "There, sit - you really should have asked for help," she added reproachfully. "You know I would."

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Aearion sighed. He knew she was right, He should have asked for help.

"Why do you women always have to be right?" He asked, his voice heavy with perminant confusion. He then picked up a pear and bit into it, and realized that it was still a little hard. Inwardly shrugging, he continued to eat it.

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Atalante smiled. "It's an inborn trait," she teased him. "Unfortunate for males, isn't it?"

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Aearion nodded and grunted as a reply, as he was eating.

"And I suppose that the fact that women can seemingly read our minds is an inborn trait as well? Or mabye its just that odd little maid..." He held up a pear, and raised his eyebrows, offering it to her.

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((Okay, I shall think of interesting things ot happen at the palace forthwith. Romance is not taboo either, remember. Also, none of the people with Meleth have replied to this:

Just to get us moving a bit more))

Atalante took it. "No, I wouldn't boast of talent in that area at all - though I suppose you elves are more wont to be gifted at that sort of thing?"

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(Well, I would respond, but I've got a bit of a block..)

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"Well, I can't say that I am, I am constanly lost in what people want. Especially rangers..." He took another bite out of his pear, finishing it, and then moved on to the bread, on which his placed some cheese. He soon finished eating, and sat back on the bench.

"So... I uh... this seems really stupid... but, what do you look like?"

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"Well, I can't say that I am, I am constanly lost in what people want. Especially rangers..." He took another bite out of his pear, finishing it, and then moved on to the bread, on which his placed some cheese. He soon finished eating, and sat back on the bench.

"So... I uh... this seems really stupid... but, what do you look like? I've wondered that about many people, but... You seem... different." He sat there anxiously, not being able to see her reaction.

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Atalante seemed to be a bit at a loss as to how to answer this, and after a moment of silence she said slowly, "Well...I don't think I've ever been asked to describe myself, but I suppose I can try." She gave a little laugh. "It's nothing very unusual, I assure you - I've got dark brown hair and eyes, and I've been mistaken for an elf so I suppose I look rather like one, though of course any elf surpasses me, by far...I'm not very tall, either...oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not doing this very well at all."

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Aearion smiled sympatheticly when she could not describe herself.

"Its alright, I know its an odd request..." He then gently brought his hand up to rest on her dark head for a few seconds, and then draw back.

"I can tell you have dark hair well enough."

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"Can you?" said Atalante curiously, looking interested. "How?"

((I'm going to be skipping ahead soon, to the next day, just so everyone knows))

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