[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]front parlor[/i][/center]

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Dareen perked up while turning and looking over at the door. Standing to her feet she peeked out the window at the ground of winged men outside. The mercenary looked deep in thought, biting her lower lip. She glanced over at the brothers, and then over at Mikhail. Dareen was a terrible liar. The Pruulish witch believed that currently, were they to provoke the hired thugs outside, they would be outmatched. They needed to stall for time. Faeril and Xandar didn't even know there were people coming to "capture" them. In times of doubt, Commander taught Dareen that honesty was the best policy. So that's what she did. She shouted through the door.

[color=c4df9b]"No one by the name of Faeril or the Reaper are in this house. Go away." [/color] She yelled through the window. Maybe that would buy them some time. 

[color=c4df9b]"What are you going to do?"[/color] Withdrawing from the windows, she quietly asked the others in the room. Hopefully they had a plan of some kind. Dareen was completely unarmed at the moment to make things worse.

[color=c4df9b]"I could kill all of them with my bare hands, but I just got my nails done. Sword please? "[/color] Dareen joked urgently, flattening an open palm at Denvar who had vanished her weapons yesterday.