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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Li Shenron" data-source="post: 2019002" data-attributes="member: 1465">As her party entered the new location, and found themselves among more people drinking and eating weird sorts of delicacies, Meenah starts hearing grumbles from her stomach, adn realizes she haven't been eating for quite a long time. Unable to tell whether she can eat this kind food or not, afraid of losing her friends and of acting unpolite, she decides to stay close to Traore for the moment, but the cheese at least seems to smell good and diverts her attention a lot... Someone puts a mug in her hand, and she suspiciously test the liquid's scent first and takes a sip later ("Mah... tastes a bit like wet straw, but everyone around seems to enjoy it quite a lot."). She keeps the mug, just because if she drops it someone may interpret that as unpolite from a guest ("A guest? Am I a guest here or what else? The others seem to find themselves at home, they are so much at ease in this place..."). She has been quietly listening to her companion talking to each other, when again she finds someone has puts a cup in her other hand, this time full of cheese and green boiled leaves of something, and so the rest of the conversation between her friends vanishes in the background, covered by the now quite loud grumbling of her belly.When Meenah realizes the Ghaele is speaking to her, her face is already pathetically covered in cheese and vegetables, as she has just surrendered to her hunger. She stops and blush in shame, tries to quickly swallow a blob of half-munched food in the least umbarassing but yet far-from-feminine way, and attempts a clumsy smile at Jurden."I come from... well... what can I say? I don't have a name for my... world, as you call it. It's just home for me and my people, and the other people... of my world." She tries to find a better description, but doesn't find it. "My tribe is of the restless people, the travellers." Hope rises in her heart as she mentions this, hoping to notice something in Jurden's eyes that might mean the ghaele has heard of them. "It's not a sick and twisted place anyway, my home..." ("...this is so embarassing......")"Hey I know that! I mean, what they're saying, those... turtle people. I know that language!", and suddenly feels towering-proud for such a feat of knowledge, that she takes the liberty to legitimately celebrate with another chunk of cheese...</blockquote>

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