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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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Gen gently plucked the apron from the little Queen's hands before she could put it on. Vanishing it before the witch could protest. Gently steering her to the roughly hewed kitchen table with a firm sort of politeness. [color=FireBrick]"While I appreciate the attempt, I'd much rather keep [i]my[/i] kitchen to myself."[/color] The Warlord stated simply setting the Queen in a chair where Belor joined her with an amused look. [color=FireBrick]"There is a mortal and pestle in those cupboards over there, if you wish to ready the herbs."[/color] The man noted towards a lonely looking cabinet that sat apart of the others before turning back to the kitchen having pluck the pan also from Fatima's hand.

Denar chuckled slightly at the scene as he gestured to Vaclav. "Gen enjoys working in the kitch and can be rather possessive of it." Belor smiled in agreement as he gesturing to the large table that would be more seated to fit six or more than the kitchen table that was being quickly overcrowded. Taking pity on the three new comers Denar decided to explain to them the reality of the brothers' relationship with Faeril. "Faeril Ashkevron is a family friend of ours and very good... Healer." 

Belor nodded carefully as they skirted the witch's real caste, which was understandable as Black Widows were not thought highly of and were very dangerous witches with their snake tooth. "Mother needed more specialized attention and with the number of people seeking out Fae? It just wasn't going to work. We tried but there were things that were distressing to Mother and none of us wanted that." Belor pointed out more readily. "More however... What are you two planning to do now that you are here?" The Warlord Prince asked looking between Artemis and her escort.

Lucivar and Andressa would smell the sweet aroma of cooking food and well used herbs and be able to follow to smell to the kitchen. Though they would pass the slightly opened door where Faeril laid still in a restful slumber that was much needed and well earned.