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[center][h1][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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Faeril  considered the countertop, a finger tracing the whorls upon the wood as she considered the image she had seen in the web. If he belonged to the Queen he would a useful addition. If not? Then he was a threat and she would dispose of him, but led to another question. Did she have enough power to do so? To do as he asked she would put a strain upon the Red Jewel, but to fight him she would default to her Blood Opal. A jewel that was dark even for it's rank. [color=SlateBlue]"Rumors that have slipped into Kaeleer? They flatter my family to remember us so."[/color] She did not think the people in the Shadow Realm would recall the Askavi Black Widows and the family that had always held one of that caste. Faeril in truth was flattered. While they may not recall the name, they knew the area.  A blessing and curse. [color=SlateBlue]"Rather you mistake me for my family name, while I am indeed a Black Widow I will not say my skills are so... reaching."[/color] Faeril saw no reason to deny what she was nor get the man's hopes up. Her wings rustling behind her as she tucked them closer to her elegant frame. Listening to his request, she considered what he was asking for. He was trying to run from something and a messy youngster had fumbled the job apparently. Amateurs.

To be fair it wasn't exactly a easy thing to do especially if the person was close to those memories, which intrigued the Eyrien woman further. An assassin trying to purge what was close to him? Who would not be curious? Her blue eyes that had thawed a bit studied the man carefully. [color=SlateBlue]"You will pay for my services that is certain,"[/color] The woman agreed, though she doubted the man would know what she would ask of him. He would serve either her ends or join the Court. For that could be the only reason Fatima had been foolish enough to let him into the eyrie. [color=SlateBlue]"But it is not best to do this sort of work in a kitchen that can be disturbed. Come."[/color] The elegant woman stood, striding towards the archway that led to the curving main hall that would end with her work room, the one she used in general for her healing.  Turning her head to make sure he was following the Black Widow continued. [color=SlateBlue]"I am skilled, this is true. But I would advise you this. I will do all that I can do in your best interest." [/color] [i]And in the interest of Fatima and her Court.[/i] [color=SlateBlue]"Can you accept that? This task may require many sessions over the course of time."[/color]

Mikhail heard as the woman said he mistook her for her family name, admitting her skills weren't as 'reaching' as he had described. Even if those news had shaken Mikhail, he showed no reaction, simply nodding as the woman continued explaining. She was the last clue he had about someone who could help kill the last remains of his 'previous life'. As Mikhail's eyes met with the woman's, once more, he felt that he should be careful around her. Her eyes were... surprisingly similar to his. Cold eyes that saw everything, analyzed everything even in it's smallest details. Despite that, he could see something different... Almost like a sliver of curiosity on her stare? Mikhail was accustomed in reading others, but that woman was almost impossible to read... Indeed, she was really similar to him in certain aspects... Something that made her dangerous.

As the woman mentioned about payment, Mikhail was almost grabbing the pouch of gold coins he had brought with him, almost the size of an adult's fist, but he stopped when she said for him to follow her. Following the woman to her room, Mikhail simply waited for her words. Mikhail was relieved to hear that she was going to try. It would take multiple sessions over the course of time.

[color=6ecff6]"I... understand."[/color] Mikhail said, nodding.
[color=6ecff6]"I am prepared for this."[/color] he said, agreeing with the woman.

[color=6ecff6]"Although I should add that there is a possibility that my presence here might cause some problems to you. It's impossible to erase my tracks while staying on the same city and frequenting the same location so often..."[/color] Mikhail added, looking to the woman's eyes.

[color=6ecff6]"That is precisely why I said that anonymity is essential and that I needed someone I can trust. I know very well how powerful a Black Widow is and I know what they're capable of. By allowing one to touch my mind, she would have the perfect opportunity to deal with me for good. That or be used by others who want me dead..."[/color] Mikhail said, his tone of voice making clear how serious the situation was.

[color=6ecff6]"Any incident that might be caused by my presence, will be dealt with swiftly. As long as I am your patient, I can guarantee your safety."[/color] Mikhail finished, looking at the woman, awaiting for further instructions regarding how the sessions would work.

[color=6ecff6]"I can find inns for me to stay, but they might be far from one another or far from this location. That said, I would like to know when I should come here, in order to not make the same mistake of coming too early."[/color] Mikhail added, waiting for the woman's answer.

Faeril led the Warlord to the room she used for her work. It was made for comfort, with a large bed, couch and a long bench that stood to a man's waist. The walls were lined with cupboards and cabinets, and if one were to open them they would find a small horde of supplies for healing the body, mind and even comforts for the soul. Faeril was well practiced at her job and thorough. Mikhail's prattle as she had led him through the winding hall had attracted the attention of a bleary eyed Denar. The large Warlord Prince tensing at the sight of a unknown male, til a sharp look from the Healer-Black Widow halted the man from rising to that killing edge the Warlord Princes were known for. Deciding it was best to distract both men from each other before the pissing contests agian, the woman gestured with a nod towards their front door. [color=SlateBlue]"Someone is at the door and Fatima is dealing with it. Perhaps she requires assistance?"[/color] A satisfied look came into her eyes as she practically gave Mikhail a shove into her Healer's workroom when Denar's face took on that peculiar expression of a Warlord Prince scenting a situation he didn't like. A Queen entertaining unknown guests in this dangerous time was chief on that list.

Making sure the man stormed off in the correct direction, Faeril gave a sigh as she shut the door with a finality. Turning her gaze upon the assassin, she quirked a brow as she gestured that he should take a seat somewhere. A rich laugh rolling from her tired form when the man suggested he could add extra protection. Males. Always wanting to defend and protect. [color=SlateBlue]"There are three Warlord Princes in this house. One belonging to the Queen, two to myself by bonds of familiarity. One Warlord who would gladly sit you down and explain to you that half the men in Aren would be up here upon the fastest Wind-"[/color] The woman referenced the fast traveling rivers of power the Blood could ride to move over a great distance of many leagues quick. [color=SlateBlue]"- ready to spill blood. Not to mention I wear the Red. Black Widows have been outlawed, yet all I am to these people- aside from the ones in my home- is a mere Healer. Thus a benefit many cannot do without. Rare is the well trained Healer now a day."[/color] Witch was struggling against witch and rivals were stopped by not being taught all of their Craft as well as they should have been. A sad fact for the once proud Blood. [color=SlateBlue]"Sit. So we might begin."[/color] She trusted Gen and his brothers to keep Fatima from destroying her anonymity, which was saying a lot. Though the threat was clear to Mikhail of the protections that surrounded Faeril's eryie, the woman did smile softly at him. A reassuring smile that offered comfort.

As Mikhail followed the woman to a comfortable room that she probably used to treat her patients, especially due to the large bed/couch and bench. Everything in that room seemed to inspire comfort and calm. Probably a good idea when treating warlords.

Unfortunately, it was then that Mikhail met with another of her patients, a male warlord that obviously tensed up after seeing Mikhail, but was dismissed with a sharp stare from the Black Widow and some quick words about Fatima being at the door. That and the fact that she shoved Mikhail inside the room had potentially prevented any issue from rising due to both males meeting each other.

Sitting down on the couch per the woman's request, he heard as she laughed when he said he could protect her, proceeding to explain that there was not only three warlords princes on that house but also that upon the slightest mention of trouble, half of the men would come running to help her.

[color=6ecff6]"I see..."[/color] Mikhail said, looking to the woman and thinking about what she had just said. Even though the smile the woman gave was somewhat comforting, Mikhail still felt the need to think about that situation a bit. While it was somewhat worrying that there were three more warlords princes on that house, if she had the same degree of control that she displayed with the one Mikhail met a few moments ago, then everything should be ok. Assuming she kept secret regarding Mikhail's identity.(edited)
[color=6ecff6]"Even though I had already suspected you had enough protection, It would be rude to not offer the same, seeing that there is a possibility that people will come here after me. I may be an assassin, but I do not let innocent bystanders get involved on my business or my problems."[/color] Mikhail said, nodding to the woman.

[color=6ecff6]"I entrust my mind to you."[/color] Mikhail said, with a serious but solemn expression as he closed his eyes, waiting for the woman to begin the treatment. He sincerely hoped that trusting her like that wouldn't be a mistake, but he had no other choice. The second she started to touch his mind, she would realize how dangerous Mikhail was.