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Elizabeth walks into the bar from the portrait, looking quite rumpled. She had not changed for bed the previous night, because she had not seen the need for it. Likewise, there had seemed no need to change her gown when she awoke. She was still clean, and was not uncomfortable.
She stands just inside the room for a moment, blinking. She had felt the need to come here, but is not certain why. Her stomach rumbles, reminding her that she needs to eat. There is something else, however, that she needs to do. She simply cannot remember. But she does need to eat.
She moves to the bar, and stands there. She needs to eat, but what? There is nothing that sounds appealing.
She stands just inside the room for a moment, blinking. She had felt the need to come here, but is not certain why. Her stomach rumbles, reminding her that she needs to eat. There is something else, however, that she needs to do. She simply cannot remember. But she does need to eat.
She moves to the bar, and stands there. She needs to eat, but what? There is nothing that sounds appealing.