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

Dareen threw her hands in the air exasperated. [color=c4df9b]"Okay,"[/color] she whispered harshly at the brothers.[color=c4df9b] "'The fugitives are in here. Come get them.'"[/color] She kept her voice down, but waved her hands in the air like she was yelling. [color=c4df9b] "Is that what you wanted? It sounds like they are coming in anyway."[/color]

She raised her eyebrows and let her mouth fall open when Mikhail spoke. [color=c4df9b]"Faeril and Xandar aren't actually here? What? When did that happen?"[/color] Her bluff that Xandar and Faeril weren't here was supposed to just be a bluff. It seemed truth or bluff, the common consensus was that they were going to tell the brigands outside that there were no fugitives in the house. Denvar had ignored her plea for her weapons back, so if they didn't buy it Dareen didn't like her chances.

[color=c4df9b]"Well, they're probably going to want to check the inside of this house." [/color]Dareen said, crossing her weaponless arms and shifting her weight onto one leg. Glancing concernedly over at Mikhail, Dareen said, [color=c4df9b]"I don't know what kind of trap you've just set, but maybe you should disarm it? For now? Because if they come in and find they have some sort of... [i]bamboozle,[/i] they're going to get pissed."[/color] She was clearly flustered at the whole situation. It really wasn't her place to give tactical advice, but it seemed like everyone else was just making it up as they went along.