[symestreem]

Symestreem turned as she was addressed. She realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast, and nodded her head to indicate assent. She tried to write Yes, thanks on her slate, but the water washed away the words and dampened her slate pencil.

So she ducked inside and handed the slate to the two as they passed her. Then she followed them to a table, being careful not to lose her balance.

Drat, she was soaked again. Well, it was warm in the common room. She'd dry off soon. She cast a strange look at the one she thought was a fortune-teller- he was still staring at his cup. Then the mute musician felt hunger pangs and hurried to catch up with the others.