[h3][center]Diplomacy at Yarosmere[/center][/h3]
[u][color=lightcoral]Mar,[/color] Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location[/u]


When Baulder started to approach, Mar’s eyes narrowed and her figure tensed at his nearness. She let out a hiss at his growl with fangs bared defensively and ready to tear out his throat should he try something. At this point, she didn’t care what the woman said because she was tired of things attacking her and she was determined to take a chunk of Baulder with her should he try. Tyrael’s student or not. The fact he attacked Aramir proved he was unreliable, something obviously dangerous since she was sure he would try to finish hurting the snow elf over something pitiful. When he spoke to her, Mar didn’t stop her glare as he assumed she would’ve done the same thing. 

[color=lightcoral] “You know nothing about me. I’ve never attacked unless physically provoked or learning to expression emotions, there was no intention to harm. You attacked with the purpose to hurt Aramir and that makes the difference very clear,”[/color] Mar shot back at him, farther ignoring his change in tone then addressed Sahra’s comment, [color=lightcoral] “Let me be very clear: Unless [i]he[/i] attacks others or myself, I won’t attack. I will not be the one that starts a fight but I’ll finish it if needed. I’m not willing to repeat a mistake.”[/color] 

Mar listened to the woman explain why the resistance wasn’t under the sway of the ‘Prophet’ and Wild Magic, the later a complete mystery to her. That’s when Summer awake then interrupted with a comment about Baulder and her glaring at each other. Mar frowned then commented, [color=lightcoral] “They don’t want us to move from this spot so I have little idea where you’re planning to go or who’s leading you.”[/color] 

Before further discussion was made, a new voice spoke. Mar’s attention shifted and her eye narrowed on light skinned man pushing his way toward them. Dressed in dark and loose clothing fitting the desert landscape, he had red and gold trimmings break the monotone theme around the lower waist and chest. Over all it gave him an appearance that reminded her of Althalus because it was meant to hide his identity. That was where the similarities ended however as he mentioned about the College aiding them again the current rule. 

Uicle’s word penetrated her mind and mingled with the Naga withering in death, creating conflict within her. Finally, she answered calmly,[color=lightcoral] “Despite my current issues with the state of things within Yarosmere, our main task was to first observe how badly it had gotten and then establish a basis of a relation with the Prophet. Our second task was to establish a connection with you if possible, without getting killed. I don’t think the ‘Prophet’ will risk making the College our enemy by harming the other students, but I don’t like the fact of leaving them with the Prophet for very long.”[/color]