[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color] and "The Opal Witch"[/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]The attic, Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille[/color][/h3][/center]
Ready for trouble as he was, Jandar wasn’t quite expecting the witclh to go ahead and kill the Prince. Judging by the Opal witch’s reaction, neither had she. [color=20B2AA][i]This complicates matters, but all else aside, the racket might have drawn someone closer to here.[/i][/color] Knowing that, the Kaeleer Warlord simply shook his head, and whispered calmingly to the witch. [color=20B2AA]“I’ll ‘ide the body, you better take care of ‘at,”[/color] he pointed his chin at the revealed Black Widow coin, which he strongly suspected belonged to the witch and must have somehow fallen from her as she knocked Gendry down the stairs. While it was possible it had been an item that fell from Gendry, it was simply much less likely that that was the case. Not to mention the Opal witch had clued into what he was thinking so fast – if she were a Black Widow that would certainly make sense.

Worried that someone else would show up to look at the commotion any time, Jandar tapped into his Blood Opal to float the nearest piece of attic furniture (a chest) and a piece of the old bedding behind him as he descended the stairs. He set the chest he’d grabbed next to the corpse, careful that no blood got onto the piece of furniture. Scanning around him to check if anyone nearing, Jandar mopped the blood with the bedding piece, and wrapped it around the corpse’s injury the best he could. Next, he simply put a sight shield around the deceased Gendry, the wrapping around him, and any other remaining blood traces around. Finally, Jandar picked up the temporarily concealed dead Prince and carried him upstairs, depositing him in an attic corner.

[color=20B2AA]“’Ere we go,”[/color] he puffed, rather tired from all the physical and psychical work out he’d gotten today. [color=20B2AA]“Now, we best ‘urry out of ‘ere. Some quiet place, so we can chat. Alone. You ‘ave fings I want to know, and I promise some of what I know will interest you,”[/color] he muttered gruffly, low but just clear enough for her to hear. He gazed at the witch, possibly a Black Widow patiently, though he knew their time was running out slowly but surely, and wished she was willing to co-operate.

The witch had a look of slight confusion when Jandar had mentioned that she ought to take care of the coin. Plucking it from the ground she stared at it wondering why the strange man was bothering with such an odd little trinket. It was no currency she knew of. The Blood dealt in paper marks of gold and silver. "I- What?" Looking up she found the body had been successfully hidden away. Still stunned from the shock of accidentally killing the man she shook like a leaf, the coin falling from her hand.

Jandar turned to stare at the witch disbelievingly. [color=20B2AA]"So it [i]ain't[/i] yours? Ne'er mind then,"[/color] he shook his head, going to where the coin had been to pick it up himself, and examine it with a frown. [color=20B2AA][i]If it weren't the witch's craft that this has been connected to...[/i][/color] He turned to look at where he'd put the invisible Gendry, Vanishing the coin as well for now. [color=20B2AA]"I said, let's get out o' 'ere. [i]Now,[/i]"[/color] he stressed with a quiet but forceful growl. Tempering his need to go check over the corpse again [i]right now[/i], Jandar glanced down the stairs, to see if anyone had yet arrived to check on things. Whether there was or not, he levitated the 'fallen' chest back up, then turned to look at the witch once again. [color=20B2AA]"C'mon,"[/color] he said, with a visible effort to gentle his tone. [color=20B2AA]"Show me to a be'er place than this, some'er nice, quiet, an' private."[/color] He held out his hand to her expectantly, letting her decide if she would take the opportunity for contact or not.