[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/50VBWNfh/63507c917b644ae085a53d695ad43269.png[/img] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/2fa3b68ea7ccb5e241580009fa3f8dfe/tumblr_nrjjdcXvK71uq1wtvo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=8519A2]Arc I - Terreille in Trouble[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3] [hr][hr] [center][h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color] [img]https://img00.deviantart.net/57a4/i/2017/010/a/2/yennefer_of_vengerberg_by_nikivaszi-da82bef.jpg[/img] [color=SlateBlue]Approx. 10:10 Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi[/color][/h3] [color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady] [@eclecticwitch] [@SilverPaw] [/center] [hr] Jassen looked cross as Fatima stood up in her disguise and moved towards the two newcomers at the bar. It was not without reason, Jandar would notice. The female Eyrien had shown she was respected, but when the newcomer who stood with the authority and moved with the grace of a trained fighter that screamed more than just battle the crowd had silenced as he had passed. Now a steady trickle was leaving the building, and more than a few glances were cast at the Eyrien Warlord Prince. If Jean were to pry, he would notice that this male was the strongest in the building wearing a [b]jewel[/b] of rank that was at least the Grey if not darker. Hearing the larger Eyrien sit down next to her, Faeril sighed as the rustling of people standing and exiting the tavern reached her ears. This was developing into problem after problem. Randalvar appeared to agree as he huffed an annoyed grumble. "I see you're both back together..." The grizzled old warrior eyed the pair, and Faeril met his look with a matching glare that bespoke that his ale would not be safe from her poison. Hastily backpedaling from his misstep, the barkeep shrugged as though it was nothing but a polite query. "And don't worry about that lot leaving. No one wants to get between the Reaper and a Queen." He voice was undertoned and cut off sharply as Fatima approached the bar. Allowing the said Queen to catch her caste and nothing more. Taking the wine glass, he wiped it out and poured another draught of the mixture into it, before sliding it back to the Hyallian Queen. Faeril pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke in Eyrien. [color=SlateBlue]"Do nothing foolish. If this is as I think, I must test this lady and I will fight you if I must to keep my people safe."[/color] The Black Widow warned Xandar. Randalvar took his cue and slipped into the back with a quick mutter about Faeril's supplies. Turning her icy gaze, the Black Widow studied the small Queen and stood. Her leathery wings flaring slightly. [color=SlateBlue]"What is the Queen's pleasure?"[/color] Faeril stated with an underlying challenge in her voice as the last of the Eyriens left. A Blood Opal [b]shield[/b] enclosing the exits and entrances of the main taproom of the tavern. A probing touch of Blood Opal power probing at Fatima's mind as Faeril looked for an opening. Jassen standing suddenly with a snarl, "What are you doing to my Queen?" Jandar would also feel the Blood Opal power as Faeril sought against Fatima's shields, as would the Queen herself. The probing power weaker than her own but relentless in its search. Rushing the Eyrien woman, Jassen unsheathed a knife with the intent of using it to protect the Grey Jeweled Queen. [color=8519A2]Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille[/color] [@13org] [@Zoey White] Both brothers attitude shifted as Mikhail revealed he was Dea Al Mon. [color=Tan]"Your kind don't leave the forests of your territory often from what I've heard."[/color] Denvar noted with a wary tone of respect in his voice. It was one thing for the twin Warlord Princes to know that the man was a warrior of some sort, it was quite another to hear he was from the warrior race of Kaeleer. Though they had never met any of the Dea Al Mon, the Children of the Forest were secretive and didn't often stray form their homes, Denvar had heard enough to know they claimed to be the equals of Eyrien warriors. [color=DarkKhaki]"And never do you stray into Terreille."[/color] Bellinar noted with a touch of admiration to his voice, though his stance spoke of the same wariness. [color=DarkKhaki]"Honestly, I haven't really heard mention of them since the Queens started becoming corrupt."[/color] The newcomer admitted as he moved to perch on the couch, a hand awkwardly patting Dareen's shoulder. [color=DarkKhaki]"Don't worry lass, Faeril isn't unkind."[/color] [color=Tan]"She's not unkind, just..."[/color] Denvar agreed with some reservations. He was not given to hope without reason and if Dareen had angered Faeril enough, there was little enough of that. [color=Tan]"Stubborn? Relentless? Sharp?"[/color] Shaking his head as he brother glared at him, the male turned back Mikhai. [color=Tan]"Wonder how well you fight now. Rumor had it that your kind were warriors, of a sort."[/color]