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"Can I get you something to drink?" It was a question she had frequently asked the last few hours. With her sandals quickly flipping in time across the wood floor she did her best to run from one customer to another. The normal Feast and Fun night that Merci and the King had allowed paled in comparison to the numbers that came flooding through the doors this evening. Stopping to catch her breath and crack a smile at the man called Bryce, from Sanctus, she wiped her brow and sped back to the other side of the room.

Silently she thanked Willow and Ciara and even Merci for pitching in and taking orders and reminded herself to say it aloud when she had time. One particular rush ended with a man called Cal asking her name. "Is there another way to address you then HEY YOU, when I shout across the room?"

"Livvie, Livvie Dell." She had no clue why she introduced herself that way. But it seemed to be sticking. Ironically, sticking was something Livvie had never really been good at. Her thoughts flew to Aaron and his insinuations. His truths, she silently corrected herself. Dependable for long periods of time, she wasn't. She would have to face that at some point.

From one table to another she had floated. Finally as the crowd died down some and people seemed content with their ale's and their wines it occurred to her that she had yet to duel. A wicked smile crept over Livvie's face much like the kids with her cookies the other night. Havoc, testing limits and exercise; that was what she needed. Ebon had made sure to check her during the evening, asking her if she was doing alright. As if deciding then and there on exercise she cast a glance at the very handsome, VERY MARRIED Ebon and enlisted his help in one on one combat practice.

Now, curling up in her bed above the meadhall, Livvie contemplated her actions and reactions. She was learning. Between Ebon's assistance and Jason's comments she would take it all to heart. She would take the Meadhall customers to heart. Bryce, Cal, The Guardians of Stonegate and everyone in between. She would take it all to heart.

As she drifted off to sleep four words could be heard uttered in an exhausted breath, Mongbat Balls with noodles.