[ If she's afraid, she doesn't show it, somehow managing to seem more annoyed than intimidated as she holds out the bowl in offering to the skeleton, glaring at it when it lifts it out of her hands and downs the contents.
There goes her last taste of home.
The creature's bones knock together, and Fei resists the urge to draw her sword, not wanting to offend the skeleton and risk a fight she and Kahl don't need to have, instead, she steps back, waiting for the lever ]
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There goes her last taste of home.
The creature's bones knock together, and Fei resists the urge to draw her sword, not wanting to offend the skeleton and risk a fight she and Kahl don't need to have, instead, she steps back, waiting for the lever ]