""No, I repeat, Meggie no late night trips with Farid," Silvertounge said in tone that said why do you even ask. He smiled at Meggie realizing how much she had grown.
"You know how dangerous this world is," Mo sighed ", How about this, I will give you and er-Farid a tour of Sellenboch. Okay?" Meggie nodded. Mo could sense her disappointment without even looking; he and Meggie just had that kind of bond.
Meggie, Mo, and Farid started their trip in of the tiny village. The closer they came to the outskirts the more desolate it became.
"This is a great place. Let's eat here," the eldest gent in their party suggested. The "restaurant" was a run-down brick building. As they entered a fat man grasped Mo, Meggie, and Farid's hands in turn. He beckoned them to a table covered by a red-checkered tablecloth. He offered them strange foods with which everyone politely accepted.
"Mo, why couldn't Resa come with?"
"She was busy."
"Doing what?"
"I cannot say Meggsdear."
Once they finished eating Farid wandered off into a shop. Meanwhile, Meggie and Mo had a nice chat. m-me," the stuttered cry pierced the air. Meggie would know the voice anywhere-Farid. With that she screamed and collapsed fainting in shock. But by the time she awoke the white women would be hovering like vultures, waiting for him to fold.