[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winged Boar Inn, Askavi[/color][/h3][/center]
Not even in his paranoia did Jandar contemplate that something like this would have happened. An Eyrien Warlord Prince entered, and he reeked of power, ranking Gray [i]at the very least[/i]. The strongest male in the bar ignored them, sitting down next to the female Eyrien who’d arrived shortly beforehand. Though the Prince seemed completely at ease, the rest of the patrons were vacating the premises, and if that was not a foreboding of potential disastrous happenings, Jandar might as well proclaim himself mad. And then Fatima just went and strolled to the male! Instead of groaning out loud, the Kaeleeran Warlord chanted a litany of [color=20B2AA][i]fuck, fuck, fuck[/i][/color] in his mind, while observing the goings on, with what felt like pounds of dread accumulating in his gut. And Fatima had told them to behave! [color=20B2AA][i]Why must she stroll in danger like so! Mother night, what has desperation done to us all?![/i][/color]

Jandar simply watched grimly as the [i]female[/i] rather than the male Eyrien responded to Fatima, the lower-ranking woman challenging the Queen nonetheless. The female Eyrien, likely a leader of this place given her demeanor – or someone very close to such a position – had enclosed their remaining group within the inn with the power of her Jewel, and was probing Fatima with her power as well. Jandar recognized the probe as something only a Black Widow could do, and momentarily just stood there, slightly stunned. He quickly reclaimed his wits, knowing not to interfere, despite knowing the Black Widow [i]could[/i] harm Fatima if whatever she discovered in her mind wasn't to her liking. However Fatima had told them to behave, and he trusted that the Queen's intentions were good, so she was likely to pass the Black Widow's inspection. He [i]did[/i] wish the people here would be more forthcoming with their motives, not that he could truly blame them if they were rebels – a hypothesis that the recent events spoke strongly in favour of. 

While he simply watched in tense silence, Jassen stood up with a snarl, and lunged himself at the Black Widow with a knife. Alarmed, Jandar followed, his chair knocked over carelessly, grabbing for Jassen’s wrist to intercept the foolishly reckless male’s attack. [color=20B2AA]“Do not,”[/color] he growled, yanking Jassen’s arm backwards, squeezing the wrist so tightly the male would be tempted to let his knife drop. [color=20B2AA]“Not yet. I know you want to protect her, but just take a moment to consider this situation,”[/color] he hissed, irritated. [color=20B2AA]“If the Eyrien lady had wanted us dead, [i]we would be dead already[/i]. Is that notion simple enough to penetrate your thick skull?”[/color] he mocked, sneering at the other male. If he were honest, he was somewhat worried as well, but for Hell’s sake, how could this drunk think resorting to violence while such a forceful approach would put them at an obvious disadvantage was smart? [color=20B2AA][i]Oh, right, he’s drunk and not exactly bestowed with smarts,[/i][/color] he thought sarcastically. Jandar shook his head; he could just bet this idiot didn't realize the Eyrien female was a Black Widow and interrupting one such as her would have dire consequences.

[color=20B2AA]“Have you not seen her bodyguard? Have you not managed to notice that [i]we[/i] are the intruders here? Fatima is willing to take the risk of trusting these people. Let the ladies settle whatever they have to on their own, because if the two of us get involved, [i]so will he,[/i]”[/color] he gestured at the Eyrien Warlord Prince, the unknown warrior who'd acted only as an observer so far. [color=20B2AA]“Not to mention that you interfering in a delicate matter such as this could not only [i]kill[/i] Fatima, but [i]ruin[/i] her beyond recognition. So [i]do not[/i] do anything to tip the scales for us. [i]For her,[/i]”[/color] Jandar berated Jassen in a menacing growl, his emphasis indicating that Fatima might come out for the worse because of [i]his[/i] drunken assault. While he’d taken the time to lecture the man, he had also remained vigilant to the developments, because the situation was going downhill by the second, and Jassen’s idiocy – despite his own intervention – could very well cost them their lives. If Fatima hadn’t been endangered before, and Jandar wasn’t as confident in his conclusions as his reproach of Jassen might have indicated, she [i]could[/i] be now, so he stood there, keeping a physical hold on Jassen while he blatantly watched the goings on.