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[center][h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color]
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[color=SlateBlue]Present Day
Location - Front Palor, Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady] [@13org] [@Zoey White]
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[color=SlateBlue]"If I wished to dispose of a body, I would burn it with [b]wytchfire[/b] where the [i]WitchBlood[/i] bloom, or do you claim ignorance of those flowers' nature?"[/color] Faeril swept into the room, the long hour passing since she left it. While still graceful her brothers kept a close eye on the slowness of her movements. The Black Widow=Healer had worked a spell that had taken a fair bit of her strength. Something that was not going to be cast aside. [color=SlateBlue]"While murder is not against our laws, I see no reason to- yet."[/color] Faeril spoke, her our being generalized to the Blood as a whole. [color=SlateBlue]"You all were loud enough to be heard in Draega."[/color]

Gen slumped into a seat, drinking from a cup of the horrid blend he called coffee and offering a cup to the witch. [color=FireBrick]"What happened to you? He bite back?"[/color]

Ignoring the Warlord, she studied Dareen with narrowed eyes. [color=SlateBlue]"Will you let me into your mind willingly? I swear that I will alter nothing and do nothing but look."[/color] The unspoken 'for now' hanging in the air. A contract that if she was dangerous the woman would be dealt with one way or the other. Denvar shifted uncomfortable along one wall as he eyed Dareen.

[color=8519A2]Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille[/color]
[@eclecticwitch]

Jassen stood slightly and hesitated before giving Fatima a worried look. "Would you mind so greatly if I took a look around?" Her escort asked. While tempted to get a drink, he was more tempted to get a feel for the inn and learn who could potentially pose a threat. "I swear I won't drink-" He wouldn't admit it had crossed his mind but he wasn't going to risk failing again. Once was bad enough.

[@SilverPaw]
The witch did lead him to the attic, the stairwell growing narrow and dusty as she shoved the heavy door open. The space was filled with a variety of lost objects, wardrobes and chests. Decorations spilled out a few disturbed chests for Winsol, and there were several places looking like someone had long ago used them as a bed. Gendry as he was called, looked irritated that he had been dragged up here where the rain pounded loudly on the roof. The serving woman looking vexxed about to brain both males with her wooden tray. "Don't see why you're taken your time to get to know her up here." Gruffed the loyal bootlicker. "Erkyn will want that damned pouch of 'is right quick." The male snapped, looking almost fearful.