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"Thank you. It means a great deal to be complememented on skills I need to survive. And I'm not a traveller. My name is Red. Just Red. I don't have a last name any more.." she trailed off, looking at the food, then shook her head, remembering she had an audience. "I've heard of you, in passing, but I haven't heard that many myths or legends about you. many rumors, though. They say.." she flipped the eggs, "that you come in the dead of night, dressed as an old traveller, begging for food. if you are refused, then the Devil himself rears up and murders the men who wished you ill will. Lucky i offered you jerky." she grinned, then plopped the eggs onto a biggish tin platter, followed by the sausages, and put them down inbetween them. "help yourself." she said, picking up a sausage and biting into it.