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[h1][u][b]Blood's Jewels[/b][/u][/h1]
[h2][u][i]“Terreille in Trouble”[/i][/u][/h2]
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[h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/color]
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Faeril looked stunned as the Grey Jeweled Queen slipped past her out into the rain despite the sharp hiss of protest from the Black Widow-Healer. Watching as the Queen pulled the strange Eyriend Warlord Prince's face down to eye level with hers. She could not make out their eyes but a sudden surge of dislike towards the male ran through her. Perhaps that dislike did stem from the fact he was a handsome man and Fatima was the one looking like she found a lost puppy. But Faeril had seen enough Queens with that tone of voice in her youth to recognize what was playing out before her.

Will she or not, this was a member of Fatima's court that would form to stop the taint of Hayll. Folding her wings, the Eyrien woman stepped out to collect Andressa, keeping a close eye on the Queen and Warlord Prince. If he made the wrong move, she would strike and may the Darkness have mercy on him. [color=SlateBlue]"Lovely and all, but let us get in out of the rain. And no, Fatima. I am still going to conduct the same search on him I did on you. Else he can stay outside."[/color] Touching Andressa's hand the woman let some of her Healing Craft sooth the aches and bruises. Her voice much more gentle from the tartness it held before as she spoke to the woman. [color=SlateBlue]"Come. There is warmth and food, and your injuries will no longer ache."[/color] Faeril soothed.

[@13org] The barkeep took a step back, his wing stretching out slightly in an attempt to appear larger. With a snarl, the man cursed Mikhail soundly. But he did realize this wasn't a time to fight. Something warned him off, and that something was years of experience. Old he was, but he had a reason why he lived to get that way. "Ashkevron Residence, though I suggest you wait til morning. The woman is a grouchy bat, and she'll take your head off if you don't give her the proper respect." Though he hoped that the Black Widow would take this one's head off anyways. Lad damn well deserved it.

[@nohbdies] The man nodded in relief. "Ashkevron Residence, in Aren." He pressed two tankards of ale int Vaclav's hands. "On the house." The man turned away before the Dhemlan could ask more. Busying himself with other customers.

The woman patted Artemis's arm gently. "It is alright dear. The paths entwine to the tapestry."