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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

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The gardens were indeed quite something, as it was expected of a healer. There were many medicinal herbs, all organized and separated by type. Their fragrance and their freshness was a clear indication that it was a well kept garden and not merely just for looks.
It took a while until more people came to the garden. The sounds of wings beating alerted Mikhail to Xandar's presence, whom despite his wound was already flying around without any difficulty at all. Even though he was some distance away from Faeril when Xandar came to him, he couldn't help but to overhear their conversation, including Faeril threatening to take another look at Xandar's wound if he didn't take it easy.

After a small conversation, Faeril herself said she would accompany Xandar to a store after the Winged Boar inn on his search for cigars. Faeril herself seemed to have business in the town. As she opened her wings to go with him, she nodded towards him, which Mikhail replied with a simple nod back as he took a small branch of a particularly fragrant medicinal herb, rubbing it into his hands and appreciating both the smell and how fresh it was.

When Faeril got back, he certainly would ask her if she could use one branch or two of a few of those herbs. It would be good to have a few of them with him in case anything wrong happened.

After a while, Mikhail head back inside to where Dareen was. There, he met another Eyrien, who was casually unloading a few books from a chest. Due to his striking similarity to Denvar, he assumed the man was one of the Eyrien brothers.
Arriving just in time to hear Dareen's words, Mikhail nodded towards the Eyrien man in a discreet, polite greeting.

[color=6ecff6]"There is no use worrying yourself over matters that are beyond your control."[/color] Mikhail said to Dareen as she passed by her, taking a seat on the chair nearby the couch. As he passed by them, the fragrance of herbs on his hands filled the air for a second, before Mikhail resumed his normal, quiet behavior.