[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille[/color][/h3][/center]
The crowd shoved him back and spit insults at him, but Jandar had his own first impressions to make, even if they had to be slightly unfavourable. He noticed a sickly pale male with a broken nose and combed-back hair watching him from the hearth, and the strange man exuded an odd aura of a nasty, mean predator, as if he enjoyed the casual and thoughtless violence Jandar exhibited with his movement through the crowd. Jean took note of the male, but proceeded towards the kitchens, where he was met with a no-nonsense cook, whose first question nonetheless betrayed a hint of the witch’s fear. [color=20B2AA][i]A plethora of Witchblood, an odd undefinable psychic scent that puts me on edge, the inn terror of the inn’s witches, a despairing Prince, an unknown male with what I’d gander is a penchant for violence…I sense a pattern here. Is it possible…[/i][/color] Jandar shivered at the current line his thoughts had taken him. It was possible that whatever had produced the fields of Witchblood was happening regularly, often enough that everyone was affected somehow. [color=20B2AA][i]I’ll take another look at those pens when it's no longer storming, won't be before tomorrow, likely.[/i][/color]

After his greeting and explanation was done there right at the kitchen's door, the strict grey-haired witch apparently relaxed just enough to chase him off, shutting the gate in front of him. Jandar blinked, turning to leave, when an Opal witch bypassed him, offered him a carrot – which he accepted with a nod of thanks – and then left him just as swiftly with a warning. [color=20B2AA][i]Alda was the one…And I scared her? She was already scared before…I wonder what she assumed I might do or want to do. Could the Mr. pale-face be one of those Opal believes I shouldn’t have attracted? Well. I do have to attract them, just enough that I recognize them,[/i][/color] Jandar thought as he considered the pros and cons of searching for that male’s room later on. Jean pocketed the carrot, then ambled his way leisurely back into the inn’s main room, this time taking his time to move through the crowd, acting in a manner that would tell anyone who might be watching he was pleased about something. From the periphery of his eyes, the Red Warlord scanned his surroundings, hoping to catch sight of the male who’d observed him from the hearth before, all the while slowly making his way to the door leading directly to the stable. If the pale male was still around, Jandar would focus fully on his Craft enhanced sense of smell to detect and memorize the male by scent alone. Even doing so, he kept just enough attention to safely make it through the crowd and to the stable door however; he’d had to train years before being able to divide his attention so efficiently.

Then he was at the stable door, and ceased his observations to focus fully at entering the room which may or may not be still occupied by someone who may or may not be a thief. Plastering a belligerent scowl on his face, Jandar looked left then right as he crossed the threshold, gazing around the stable, then relaxed slightly as he approached Teo. He fished out the carrot from his pocket, and offered it to his companion.  [color=20B2AA]“Sorry, bud, this all dey’ve got.”[/color] He pet the horse on the head affectionately as he munched on the treat from his hand, though he still kept his awareness in part on any potential movements being made around him.