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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

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As he followed Gennar towards the kitchen, Mikhail couldn't help but to notice that the halls were mostly devoid of any decoration. Made mostly of stone, the only things besides the thick rug were a few odd paintings and a few tables. Most people would probably dislike it, but oddly enough, it suited Mikhail's tastes perfectly. Sober, practical and with few things that could be considered mere 'distractions'. 

[color=6ecff6]"I will keep that in mind."[/color] Mikhail said with a chuckle as he listened to Gennar saying to him to not let Faeril listen to his previous words. 

[color=6ecff6]"I do prefer a simple coffee, thank you."[/color] Mikhail said, with a discreet nod. He never liked alcohol. It wasn't the taste or something, but alcohol hazed his mind and dulled his senses. Maybe it was due to how a Dea Al Mon body was, or maybe it was due to how Mikhail's body developed itself, but it was a fact that the effects of alcohol were more severe on his body than on most. In other words, he was incredibly weak to alcohol.

Arriving on the kitchen, Mikhail was surprised with the change of atmosphere. The kitchen itself was nothing like the halls he and Gennar were a second ago. Instead, it was a really cozy and pleasant kitchen.

Taking a pot from the counter, filling it with water and turning on the stove, Gennar started preparing the coffee as he asked him a rather personal question. Why had he, a Dea Al Mon came to Terreille. 

[color=6ecff6]"I do not have a fixed residence, so travelling is not something strange to me. I merely go to where my services are needed."[/color] Mikhail started, with a calm expression but carefully analyzing Gennar's expression and reactions.

[color=6ecff6]"But the particular reason for me to come to Terreille was due to the... 'condition' that has been afflicting me for some time. A poor job from another Black Widow almost completely shattered my mind. I was able to... deal with it to some extent by meditating, but it was getting worse by the day... I could feel my sanity slipping away. It was then that I heard a rumor about a certain someone who could be able to treat my condition. With my time running out, my choices were few."[/color] Mikhail completed, obviously referring to Faeril.