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[[The man, hearing both Erica's and Gale's comments, changes his tune in a hurry. He begged for mercy, and if he could have, he would have fallen to his knees at Lugae's feet. Instead, he continued to stuggle against Gale's magic hold.]]
Erica spotted a maid circling the room with a bread basket. As the young woman went by, the dragoness swiped a couple good-sized loaves from the basket. "Gods, I don't know if it's just me or the baby's talking, but I'm starving!" She quickly tore into one of the loaves, stuffing her face with the warm bread. She placed the second loaf in the middle of the table, just in case Gale wanted some.