After that she practiced her unarmed forms until sweat dripped down her face and her arms trembled from exertion. A hot bath, and she felt much better. Nightmares she had, but exercise and a hot bath did much to drive them from her mind. She put on a simple dress and cloak and went to the common room in search of food. Zorgi bustled over, smiling beneath his huge mustache. “Ah, fair maiden. You rise from your sleep at last, like the Queen of Cinders herself.”“The Queen of Cinders?” said Caina. “I hope that isn’t a commentary on my complexion, master innkeeper.”“Of course not. It’s an old Szaldic story,” said Zorgi. “The Queen of Cinders offended a powerful Solmonari, and he trapped her behind a wall of living flame. Only the love of a truehearted champion could break the spell.” He winked. “Perhaps you found your own truehearted champion last night, eh?” “Perhaps,” said Caina. The story reminded her too much of Kalastus and his pyromancy. "But for now, I would settle for finding some lunch.”“Of course,”
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