[center][b][color=crimson][h2]Xandar Markov[/h2][/color][/b][/center]

[center][color=crimson][h3][b]Ashkevron residence in Aren, Askavi. Patient's Room.[/b][/h3][/color][/center]

Xandar felt a thump on his head from the Faeril as he looked over confused, now she was telling him to shut up. What kind of healer was this? All he did was lay down, take off his bandages, and tell her what happened. which, you know, was pretty standard. It seemed she had a more aggressive type of healing, as he watched her pool some kind of loom out and summoned what looked like silk into the room. The woman was muttering herself and gave an awfully displeased look at the man, like he had done and stabbed himself. Well he wasn't going to try and antagonize the woman, surely not in his condition and under her healing. He simply stayed still and watched as the healer went to work. As long as his injuries got better than he wasn't so concerned with her attitude or how she did things, he'd had been to numerous amounts of Eyrien healers. However, he had a strange feeling this one was different than the rest. 

As she told him what had afflicted him he raised a curious eyebrow, and mulled the idea around his head. You know, that didn't seem all too far off. However, he didn't really interact with many black widows. No wonder an injury like this was taking days to heal. As she asked him about his jewel he sighed. [color=crimson]"The same reason I don't have it on me now. That things a magnet for finding the wrong people. I only wear it when I have to, considering there's a bounty on my head, and there are very few people wielding the Ebon-Grey. In the presence of what I thought was a friend, a sapphire normally does the job. I was caught off guard to say the least."[/color] he explained, watching as the woman messed with her ring, a snake tooth being revealed. No wonder she knew what it was without a second thought, she herself was a black widow. He didn't know how he felt about it yet, although it made sense now. Suddenly he felt the snake tooth stabbed right into his open wound, and Xandar cried out in pain suddenly before closing his mouth, gritting his teeth. 

Dear god he was liking this woman less and less, his blood boiled and pain shot through his nerves as this new poison coursed through his veins. If he was any less powerful than he was he would have damn near died, or at least fainted. But Xandar layed there in agonizing pain as the poisons fought each other off inside of his body like an all out brawl. Xandar made sure to stay perfectly still however, the Ebon-Grey Warlord prince merely gritting his teeth and squeezing his hand. He was no stranger to pain, but this blood boiling sensation was one of the worst he had felt for sure. The woman slid a shield over herself, and she still had that same damn annoyed look on her face. [color=crimson]"You look pissed off at me like [i]you[/i] were the one who just got stabbed."[/color]

Xandar felt the blood trickle out of his wound, filling up the vial the Red-Jeweled Widow had put out oh so nicely for him. He watched her weave her craft, fighting off the other poison in his body, and the pain didn't seem like it was going away any time soon. However, it seemed he was due for some questioning, as the Healer figured Xandar was definitely in a proper state to thing calmly and clearly. If he had not been getting treated right now he would have some choice words, but he held his tongue. [color=crimson]"You and me both. I've had almost all of them breathing down my neck for years. The longer I'm alive and the more I do, the bigger my bounty gets and the more people notice. Most of my men have been either captured or slaughtered for my cause, or simply quit. After they stabbed me killed everybody in the house and set the thing ablaze. I didn't really have time to ask any questions."[/color] Xandar nodded, keeping perfectly still. [color=crimson]"I'm not moving a muscle. Although now that you remind me I've been needing to shave. I don't know why you're so cautious of me that you had to slip a shield on yourself. I don't thing I'm in any position nor do I have a reason to fight back. To be fair, your words hurt more than the poison. My body may heal but my heart might not be able to repair from such harsh words."[/color]