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“I wouldn't do that to a poor goat.” Astra said with a smirk as she gave the blazing hearth a wide berth and took the seat offered to her by the Drow “It would traumatise the poor creature.”

"So you going to tell me your name now or am I going to have to wrestle you for it?” Thorin asked with a smile.

The question she dreaded . . . Astra avoided his gaze as she thanked the serving wench as the buxom women laid down a plate full of broiled vegetables, spiced potatoes and meat. Astra hadn't realised how hungry she was until the alluring smell of the food filled her sense.

“Three bottles of your finest wines.” Astra said to the woman, feeling generous.

But what should she answer to the Thunder Beast Slayer's question? She dare not use her real name . . . But what of half?

“You could try,” Astra said coyly as she slipped a small spiced potato into her mouth. It was so good. “But I wouldn't want to hurt your pride and show you up in front of your followers twice in one day.” A smile curving her pretty lips “As for my name . . . one is as good as any but if you must call me something . . . you may call me Leena.”

It was better to stay closer to the truth. Less chance of slipping up, pondered Astra as the serving wench brought the bottles of red wine.