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

[center][color=crimson][h3][b]Ashkevron residence in Aren, Askavi. Front Parlor.[/b][/h3][/color][/center]

What in the bloody hell was going on? It seemed that with Dareen person was some sort of mercenary, maybe hunting down Black Widows? Honestly he was half paying attention to the conversation and dosing off, but he could tell that the room was pretty tense and that Faeril seemed quite pissed off. Poor woman, she seemed pretty tired to be running some kind of interrogation. Although Dareen was crying, thinking she was dying, blubbering on and apologizing. She had no honor, no pride, just a bumbling fool who was clinging to life one minute and tossing it out the window the next. She was scared and confused and no idea what she was doing. Was this some elaborate ruse to hunt down Xandar or Faeril? Quite unlikely, given her power level. A spy? Doubtful. Was she just really trying to find answers, here of all places, about the Queens? 

Well, best case scenario, she would see the world as Xandar saw it. The Queens, twisted and corrupted, taking what they wanted, when they wanted, and not a second sooner. They didn't care whom they hurt or what they had to do to get it. Even if that meant they wanted people, like himself. Many had died, even his own brothers in arms, trying to capture Xandar. Defending himself from capture and trying to make assaults on the Queens, he has taken countless lives. These deaths have spread rumor to his name, not pointing him out as a victim, a hero, a person to stand by, but a name to be feared as a rogue menace. The bounty on his head was high, and people clung to the Queen for "protection" against people like him, but only the opposite could be true. Xandar was just fighting for his home land, his people, and nothing was going to stop him from his goal. 

Besides, well, maybe a nap. After a few short minutes Xandar fell asleep sprawled out on his seat, clearly exhausted from the long day while also being bored out of his mind despite the tense situation. It didn't effect him any whether she lived or died, so he had nothing to offer, and his mind drifted off to dreams of better times.