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

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

Just as Vaclav thought the room had calmed down, Gen had to snarl at Mikhail about him calling Faeril a Black Widow. When he had originally heard the statement, Vaclav’s curiosity was piqued but figured it wasn’t a good time considering Fatima was trying to get everyone back on friendly terms. He couldn’t help but tense once again when the Eyrien called upon his warblade. Vaclav stood at the ready in case anything was to happen though he did not draw his own weapon. Couldn’t everyone just converse normally without tempers flying?

He relaxed a little when a woman walked in chiding Gen enough to vanish his warblade. Vaclav assumed that this was Faeril by how she was acting. Despite him being glade that she showed up when she did, he definitely though by her pallor that she shouldn’t be up right now. 

As tensions grew in the room once again, Vaclav remained quiet; he did not want to provoke anyone more than they already were, especially Mikhail who seemed to be the most unstable. While he feel bad for Fatima, who tried her best to calm everyone down, he did have to agree with Lucivar. In this day and age, too many strangers in one room will result in confrontation eventually. No one trusted anyone anymore. 

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

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

Artemis added one last herb to her mix to finish it up. Though she hated intruding in someone else’s kitchen, Gen had yet to start a pot of water so she decided to boil it herself. She was putting the kettle on the stove when tension rose again as the Eyrien got angered that Mikhail had revealed Faeril’s true caste. It was different being in the room rather than off to a corner. Artemis could feel the anger rolling off in waves from Gen as he called on his warblade and as Mikhail placed his hands on his daggers in retaliation. 

Not wanting to get caught in the middle, Artemis slid back to where Andressa sat to wait for the water to boil. “Not much…” she responded to Andressa. Artemis knew that the Black Widows had a wicked reputation and were distrusted by many. She had never met one as most were in hiding or working for Dorothea. Though she wanted to give Faeril the benefit of the doubt, to say that Artemis wasn’t wary would be a lie. “She needs to lay down though…” Whenever Artemis didn’t know what to do, she went back to what was natural to her, healing. Though they were on opposite sides of the room, she could tell that the woman needed more rest; her posture gave away her exhaustion.