[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190712/4b4093f5d27cb30fe883a407ea67f64d.png[/img] [color=D399E0]Location: Winged Boar, Aven, Askavi, Terreille[/color][/center][hr][hr] [color=20B2AA]“Jandar Varan, from Kaeleer. I suppose this is as good a time as any to say that I’ve come here to find irrefutable evidence that the ambassadors we’ve sent here so far had been unlawfully acted against. I also believe finding SaDiablo and returning him to Kaeleer would be immensely helpful,”[/color] Fatima stiffened at the mention of the black jeweled Warlord Prince. Her heart pumped hard and she gripped the back of the wooden chair. The Queen Killer. She hoped to never lay eyes upon him. He had a reputation. And it terrified her. Like the big bad boogeyman hiding beneath her bed. He would slit her throat and torture her just as he would any other Queen. She lowered her gaze as she attempted to calm her nerves. Unfortunately, all sorts of new information was assaulting her. Faeril had been weakened. She could not bring Jassen despite all of the years of service to her just because he was not an official part of her Court. Fatima pulled her arms about herself as she chewed on her lower lip. She looked at Jassen. The man, as many of those who had served her mother's Court, had been good to her. He took care of her. And he tended to be much less stern with her than some of the others, perhaps contributing to her wild nature. She brushed her fingers through her hair and looked toward Faeril. She would have to make a decision and soon. [color=crimson]"While the fate of this man is surely, important to some degree, I have a bad feeling about our current situation. My name is Xandar Markov, as a formality, but I am more often referred to by an Alias that has shown only the worst of me I'm afraid. That being said, with me being here, the Queen, ambassadors, Faeril, and all the attention and new faces running through here... I can't help but get the feeling that we would have some unexpected company rather soon. I never stayed in the same place long for this reason. It's not a matter of if, but when they come, what shall we do then? Once we figure that out I'm happy to discuss this new world order business."[/color] Brows furrowed in confusion. Why would anyone be looking for them? What was the alias? Was it because of the association with the Black Widow? And with her in such a weakened state this would not turn out well. Anxiety rippled through her guts. There was so much going on at once. But one thing Fatima was good at was running. She excelled at staying away from those who might hurt her. She chewed on a thumbnail as she continued to take in the information. [color=20B2AA]“The Reaper, wasn’t it,”[/color] Her blood ran cold and she froze. The anxiety that had been sparking in her stomach finally burst into burning fear. She could have vomited right then and there. Her face paled as she turned her eyes upon Xandar. She had not realized that he was... She had certainly sensed his danger and that he could kill her in an instant should he wish it. But she hadn't thought... She had not anticipated he be the Reaper. Another Queen Killer. How foolish and brazen she had been earlier. Fatima fought to keep from taking a step back and away from the group. No. Xandar had said he would serve her. He wouldn't hurt her now. Not yet. It was fine. It was all fine. Fatima closed her eyes and breathed deeply. [color=20B2AA]“Perhaps we reduce their numbers and Faeril could alter the memories of the remaining ones? Or we try to infiltrate [i]their[/i] HQ in turn and destroy or convert them from the inside?”[/color] While Jandar's advice was sound, they had yet to face such an enemy. No numbers to count. No bodies to bloody the ground. And infiltration would be exceedingly dangerous with their small numbers. Fatima opened her eyes. She had been silent up to this point. Now seemed the correct time to give her thoughts. [color=D399E0]"Firstly,"[/color] she walked over to stand next to the Widow. [color=D399E0] "It would be wise to move where the casualty of civilians would be at a minimum. That is to say, it would be a shame to see this bar ruined. And the Widow needs rest before she can do much more weaving - be it to kill one of mine or to erase his mind. We can get to that later."[/color] She gave Jassen a meaningful look. She would fight for him. As she would fight for anyone who was under her care. [color=D399E0]"For now, if there is a concern, it would be best to work on the move. While feet walk, mouths can talk."[/color] Her eyes alighted on each person in the room for a moment. Her words were soft and even and did not relay the intense fear that was fermenting her insides.