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Fei'eth laughed at Faust's comment. "Yes well when you are on the verge of freezing to death all the time, it helps to make friends." Fei'eth said, then dove into his stew. The beef was very tender, and well seasoned. He took in a mouthful of broth, and just let the warm liquid sit in his mouth. Once the warmth had filled his mouth, and body, he swallowed. Then he reached out, and took a sip of ice cold ale, throughly enjoying it as well. "I have never had food so good."