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

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Mikhail couldn't ignore the way the 'Reaper' looked back at him. The calm and confident way the man stared back at him and even the way he walked and especially the smirk said more about him than words could. He had the confidence and arrogance one had when they knew exactly how dangerous they were. It wasn't merely acting or a bluff. He was dangerous and dangerously unpredictable. As he walked further inside the house, Mikhail finally averted his gaze as his silhouette went out of his sight. Fragments of the conversation were able to be heard by Mikhail, but he couldn't do much with the little he was hearing.

Still alert to 'The Reaper's presence, Mikhail noticed Denvar's words as he got in the kitchen, mentioning the coffee being brewed by Gennar as 'horror'. Mikhail couldn't help but to wonder when it was the last time he drank some coffee. At least for him, the 'horror' Denvar mentioned was smelling good so far.

It didn't take long to the conversation going on the room nearby the kitchen to take a rather dangerous turn, when Faeril said that she would speak in private with the so called 'Reaper'. Immediately after those words got out of her mouth, both Gennar and Denvar were at the door, their expressions doing little to disguise the indignation at their stare. After a brief exchange of words in Faeril's native tongue, she stood up, going towards the very same room she was with Mikhail himself just a moment ago, after inviting the one in question with her.

Without making a single sound, almost as if Mikhail had suddenly materialized behind both Denvar and Gennar, he finally opened his mouth, his eyes following the so called 'Reaper' as he followed Faeril.

[color=6ecff6]"I heard rumors about that man."[/color] Mikhail said, low enough so only Gennar and Denvar would hear him.

[color=6ecff6]"Some of them surely sound like exaggerations, but..."[/color] He continued.

[color=6ecff6]"He is not someone whom I would lower my guard when dealing with."[/color] Mikhail finished. The tone of his voice and his expression clearly stated that his words were more than just 'instinct' or a 'hunch'. 

[color=6ecff6]"I don't know his intentions... He is dangerously unpredictable."[/color] Mikhail finished, as he waited for Denvar and Gennar's replies. He didn't know Faeril that well, neither did he know Denvar or Gennar, but he needed Faeril. She was the only one capable of treating his condition and healing his mind. If both Eyriens took too long to decide what to do, he would do something himself. Even if Faeril said not to.