[Sage]

Fee ordered mead, which Jeanne had never had; however, her grandmother had always told her that wine was precious and she didn't want to make Dante pay for it. So instead she just nodded.

She was not very comfortable being around the old man; like Ree, something was inherently wrong about him, and Jeanne didn't trust him at all. Fortunately his focus left her quickly and moved to the blind man, whose name she learned was Dante. Looking around at the others, Jeanne realized that two of the group were missing, but said nothing. After all, she wasn't particularly fond of one and the other seemed to die far too often for her liking.

A man's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "In most places, it seems to be," she said, shrugging. "But in France, Jeanne is a woman's name."