1The men waited for the women to arrive to the dinning tent.
"When did you meet Maeve?" Firouz asked Damian.
"We grew up together."
"So you know her good?" Sinbad asked, a bit jealous and also wanting to know what was going on between this man and his 'friend'. He also was trying to find out what was going on with Maeve and the incident earlier today.
"Well enough." Damian replied.
Maeve walked in wearing a mid-shin green dress with high sleeves.
"I remember that. You wore that the first dinner here." Damian went back in time with a twinkle in his eye.
"Aye. Looks like I've grown a bit since then." Maeve laughed and the awkward looking dress on her.
Saoirse was also wearing a different outfit. She wore black pants with a brown sleeveless shirt which showed off the tattoo of tangled Celtic knots that wrapped around her upper arm. Both women were barefoot. They put their swords on the table before sitting and Maeve instructed the crew to do the same.
"It's all mannerism. Weapons must be visible so there is a fair fight if one breaks out." Maeve explained.
"Is there expected to be one?" Doubar asked.
"There usually aren't but you never know with Maeve around." Damian answered.
Maeve laughed, "Damian and I used to get into some serious sword fights."
Saoirse frowned thinking of it. "I tried the first few times to intervene but gave up after she fried me," she accused, pointing her finger at Maeve.
