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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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"I haven't eaten yet." Came the rumbled voice of the Warlord of the three Saroth brothers. Gen crossed his arms as he stood in the hall over looking Mikhail and Artemis with a furrowed brow. Bare save a pair of pants, the Eyrien warrior looked for all the world like he had just rolled out of bed which he had. "In fact, I don't think I've been introduced yet Lady. Though, I think Faeril might be interested to know her house has been invaded by a party of strangers?" His golden gaze flickered over to his brother who shrugged slightly. A unspoken agreement to stay out of that battle til their Black Widow woke up. With a potential storm brewing between Faeril and the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince that could upset the Court that was forming, they didn't need more trouble on their hands.

Belor grinned at Mikhail as the little man turned a cold gaze on him. while he would call it a grin, his brother winced and called it a showing of too many teeth to be civil. "It would be more pleasant to hear if you didn't try to turn the rest of us to ice." Gen drawled in annoyance of the contest that seemed to brewing. Something told him there would be a lot of those in the coming days. "Trust us, Lady Ashkevron does it with far more of an effect that you could hope to match." The Green jeweled man grinned though there was a hint of a threat there. Which was reasonable to the Saroth as he had just woken up to a house full of strangers and Faeril having overworked herself if the presence of another Healer was anything to go by.