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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]"I do not plan on killing you. There are others things I can do just as well that will give me anonymity."[/color] The Black Widow explain dryly. [color=SlateBlue]"Dramatic child."[/color] Both of the Saroth brothers rolled their eyes, knowing full well that Faeril could be just as dramatic when she chose. Settling in a chair across from the couch, she pretended not to notice as her two 'protectors' flanked the chair. Their wings rustling and the dim crackling of the fire being the only sound within the dreary room. The rain outside setting a distant beat as it tapped against the window. With ease Faeril sank into the power of the Red, spiraling down to her full strength. Going into three minds in a single days and have one of those be an extensive healing was no easy thing. As much as the Red Jeweled witch hated to admit it she would need to rest. The constant webs she had been weaving, the fiasco with Denvar bringing in two newcomers...

Shaking her head, Faeril got to work. Randalvar wouldn't have sent the woman up here for just carrying weapons. Young males must be disappearing from close by if the old man was worried about this witch. While Faeril doubted she had anything to do with Dorothea, it still paid to be cautious. Slipping past the shields she ordered the girl to raise, Faeril gently but with a firmness as to not be denied sorted through the thoughts of the woman. Looking for anything untoward. Finding it, she held herself back from ripping the girl's mind in twain and withdrew quickly. Her blue eyes snapped open and were filled with cold fire. That Dareen had been worried about it had notified her of the fate of the Black Widows the girl's little 'mercenary company' dealt with.

[color=SlateBlue]"I may have spoken too soon, but death would do little to set an example."[/color] Denvar and Gen looked sharply between the two as Faeril waved them off. Returning to the other end of the couch and a nearby table respectably. [color=SlateBlue]"Your little 'company' was nothing more than hired thugs. Murdering and defiling brutes. You would honor their twisted rituals, girl? Despite the murder of my sisters?"[/color] The blue-eyes were frozen as Faeril studied Dareen. [color=SlateBlue]"No, you were merely a tool for them. Not so high up as to be anything but an amusement. A fighting witch, oh they laughed for that!"[/color] Turning away, Faeril stood and walked over to stare at the golden hourglass she had withdrew from beneath her gown. The pendent holding all the sand in the bottom of the small figurine. A sign that she was a fully trained member of the Hourglass Coven. [color=SlateBlue]"Start talking Dareen Kahina. Explain yourself."[/color] For she had seen slight strings about the woman from a web of her own weaving and it troubled the witch greatly.

[color=8519A2]Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille[/color]
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As Gendry shrugged and moved to stand off to the side to let the other two go first, the witch seemed to have a jolt of realization. Her eyes widening slightly before moving to walk past Gendry. Jerking free of Jean she swung the wooden tray with a slight shield about it giving it a bit extra to smash against the man. Which worked perhaps too well. Taken my surprise, their watching loosing his footing tumbled down the stairs in a way that wasn't exactly good for his health. Hitting the bottom with a sickening thud, several of his limbs looked bent at just the wrong angle and blood was leaking from beneath Gendry's poor head. The witch looked horrified, her face pale as could be as she dropped the tray with a clatter. Her hand clapping over her mouth in shock. She had meant to stun him, not to kill him! Where Gendry was standing, Jean would notice a small coin that felt like it had been recently connected to some Craft. The coin itself was bronze with an engraving of an hourglass, the symbol of the Black Widows.