Solitaire obviously didn't want to huddle around the fire, nor accept food from someone she didn't know. It was plain that all the tall, dark brown haired warrior priestess wanted to do was stay out of the rain for a while. It was just a hunch on her part, but he appeared to her to be the cheese in the trap, though if her hunch was correct the roles of trapper and trapped were reversed in this mausoleum.

So she watched Marek, trying to read his intentions. She didn't like that he spoke slippery like.

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