[h2][center][i] [color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/i][/center][/h2]

[b]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi:[/b]

Before waiting for a response Artemis went ahead and slowly came up to the Black Widow. She tried hiding her nervousness as much as she could to not spook Belor. He was blocking the exit and she doubted anyone would leave this room alive if they provoked him into thinking they were going to harm to Faeril. The tension was bad enough when the Warlord Prince was on the killing edge in the kitchen; she did not want to provoke that atmosphere again.

Artemis glanced at the feinted Black Widow, frowning. She looked pale from exhaustion and after checking her pulse, Artemis found it slower than it should be. On further examination, Artemis figured there wasn’t much to be done in terms of healing. Sure she could heal injuries and sicknesses but this was just exhaustion. They should let the Black Widow rest and when she woke up, make her some tea or something. “We should just let her rest,” Artemis suggested. “She needs some food and water when wakes up.”

[h2][center][i][color=Peru]Vaclav Domonkos [/color][/i][/center][/h2]

[b]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi:[/b]

Vaclav was not fooled into believing that the other Eyrien stayed in the kitchen because he wanted to be hospitable. He was keenly aware of being watched as he rinsed the soot off the pan and washed it before it was ruined. After he finished, Vaclav poured himself another coffee, adding in some cream and sugar after. 

He sat back down and began eating the food Fatima had made. The pancakes were simply delicious as Vaclav was quite hungry from the trip here while the coffee helped to keep his energy up. As he ate, he also glanced over at the other Warlord Prince, sizing him up. Eventually though, Vaclav got tired of the silence. “So tell me, how did your mother end up at a small inn in western Askavi?” 

He belatedly wondered how the other were doing. There seemed to not be any commotion coming from the other part of the house that they wander towards, so he assumed that Belor had confirmed that the Black Widow had simply passed out from exhaustion. If not, Vaclav was ready to dash out of this kitchen to get Artemis.