[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]A stairway, Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar stayed still and silent in the patch of darkness at the entrance, listening to the confrontation as he got a handle on his panic. [color=20B2AA][i]Well, here he is, the fool who let himself be stolen from, threatening others for his own carelessness, of course he is. Hell’s fires, if this thing is so important–[/i][/color] he cut off the exasperated thought, sighing silently. At least there’d been no signs of what he’d had suspected would be happening…yet. Nonetheless, he’d have to handle this delicately while keeping up his act, playing the self-serving peasant hunter. Outnumbered as he was, revealing he already had the documents would be a death-sentence or worse, however, so he had to come up with a better alternative. His ears perked at Lord Erkyn’s suggestion that the witch do her best to get the stolen pouch back – he could use this! – though his mood soured immediately as [i]Travin[/i] suggested mind-breaking. [i]That[/i] would not do.

Vague idea of a plan formed, Jandar stored the leather pouch the Shalador Warlord had 'lost' into the [i]Void[/i] and undid his invisibility while under the shield of the doorway’s shadow, squared his shoulders, and confidently proceeded toward the stair landing the group was crowded at. [color=20B2AA]“Fellas, [i]fellas[/i],”[/color] he rumbled, shaking his head slightly as he approached casually, though momentarily rose his hands in the universal sign of [i]peace, I’m unarmed[/i]. [color=20B2AA]“Any louder an'de whole inn woulda’ been listenin’ in,”[/color] he grinned irreverently. [color=20B2AA]“Now, ‘fore you go turnin’ the pre'y wi'ch to a mindless pet…”[/color] now that he was relatively close to the Green-jeweled Warlord and the Opal witch, he blatantly scented the air around the witch, half-closing his eyes and smiling as if he enjoyed what he discovered.

[color=20B2AA]“[i]Mmm[/i], jus’ fear, no guil’, Lord. Say, if your papers are so impor’an’ as all ‘at, I’ll find ‘em for you,”[/color] he practically radiated self-assurance, the kind the other Walord may not be able to pass upon in his desperation. [color=20B2AA]“The wi'chlin’ can show me [i]every hidden nook an’ cranny[/i],”[/color] he leered at her at this, [color=20B2AA]“an’ I’ll sniff out the [i]prey[/i], ge'cha stuff back ‘fore the storm’s end,”[/color] Jandar stated to the Shaladorian with an arrogant tilt of his head. [color=20B2AA]“Then you gimme a proper paymen’, the girl keeps ‘er darlin’ li’l mind whole,”[/color] he cast a dismissive glance her way accompanied by a somewhat condescending and patronizing smile, then turned back to the green-eyed Warlord with all the professionalism of a working-class hunter. 

[color=20B2AA]“You can even ‘ave one of your [i]guards[/i],”[/color] his tone turned derisive as he rose a mocking eyebrow directly at Travin, [color=20B2AA]“go along wif us. If you fink it’ll ‘elp,”[/color] he shrugged at Erkyn in a what-can-you-do manner, though the smile playing about Jandar’s lips conveyed the confidence he had that he could handle the matter on his own – or rather, with just his own skills as long as an inn’s employee showed him around, as he’d mentioned. [color=20B2AA]“’Course, I’ll need ‘a know wha’ we’re lookin’ for. Scrolls? Le’ers? A bag?”[/color] he drawled, rolling a shoulder slowly, showing that he cared only to the extent that knowing would help in his search, and get him the gold he desired. [color=20B2AA]“Oh, a scen’ of yours migh’ ‘elp ‘swell. Ey, no strange looks, Lord, ain't no one as good as me at findin' trails, not even a pricey huntin' 'ound. I’d bet my life on it,”[/color] the last was said with more seriousness than any of his previous words had been, and the heavy but serene gaze he set on Erkyn just dared the male to accept the challenge – because [i]he[/i] was willing to accept and [i]prove[/i] it.