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[center][h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color]
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[color=SlateBlue]Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady] [@eclecticwitch] [@SilverPaw]
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[color=SlateBlue]"My [i]rest[/i], is of little concern."[/color] Faeril argued shortly with the general opinion as both Randalvar and Fatima voiced their views on the matter. As for Xandar, she gave the Warlord Prince a disgusted look of annoyance as if she didn't know what he had done with the supplies. Muttering under her breath she turned the icy gaze back to the little, naive Queen. To be fair, she supposed the young woman had a viable point. [color=SlateBlue]"Talking and walking would be of the best idea. We have plenty of both to do. That one,"[/color] She nodded her head sharply towards Jassen who snarled and looked about ready to leap over the table at the Black Widow. [color=SlateBlue]"He will be coming with us until I can work my Craft upon him."[/color] It was not so much for the sake of the Queen who looked troubled over the entire thing, so much as the fact Faeril knew she lacked the strength to do it. That knowledge kept her from snipping at Xandar, as well as the fact the Eyrien had stepped in. Curling a finger at Jean, she frowned slightly. [color=SlateBlue]"A word, Lord Jandar."[/color] If Jean were to approach the Black Widow as she left the tavern, not waiting to see if the others would follow or not, the woman would continue speaking in an undertone. Specifically to keep Jassen from hearing her words. She didn't trust that one in the slightest. [color=SlateBlue]"You say you are looking for SaDiablo? The Sadist?"[/color] She wondered aloud. Though her mind was already wincing and cringing at the fact the Queens were snatching away the odd Kaeleer male. The taint of the twisted Queens was spreading far further than she had thought. Would it-? Could it slip into Kaeleer? Mother's mercy if it did.

Jassen looked furious as the Black Widow mocked him and threatened him.  He had acted in the best interest of his Queen! That was his first and only priority after all. That Lady Fatima was returned to the Court safely. They could not afford to lose the Grey Jeweled Queen, but this Black Widow! This bitch was trying to spirit the young Queen away with lies about power and status Fatima would never attain! "Lady it is a trap." He warned his Queen desperately, glowering at the retreating Black Widow. "How can we trust this Widow? Let alone the [i]Reaper[/i]." He spats, unable to keep the fear from his voice. Standing and moving to block Xandar's access to the Queen. Well aware of the toes he was socially stepping on belonged to one of the more dangerous men in the Realm. But he was not going to leave his Queen with these... people!

[color=8519A2]Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille[/color]
[@13org] [@Zoey White]
The door shivered as something heavy hit it from the other side. Gen frowned and winced with a snarl. [color=FireBrick]"Dammit it all, Denvar! Give the lass her weapons. Would you rather Faeril ream you for being dead or being reckless?"[/color] Running a hand through his hair the Eyrien sighed and growled to himself. [color=SlateBlue]"Randalvar. Well if they go down that way, that old man would butcher them and half the town would help him.[/color] Grinning with a wolfish smile, the Green Jeweled Warlord concede the point that Faeril 'had some admirers in town for her abilities' and the town was quite thankful for the aid of their finest Healer.

Denvar snarled but knew better than to risk a fight with Gen at this current time. Summoning the saber, shield, bow and arrows the Tiger-eyed Warlord Prince tossed the lot at Dareen. [color=Tan]"If I'm dead I don't have to deal with Ashke!"[/color] Snapped the man, as the door rattled and shook. [color=Tan]"Do I open the door, too?"[/color] The sarcasm thick on Denvar's voice.

[color=DarkKhaki]"Why not? We got the home advantage."[/color] Jested Bellinar, gripping his own warblade. Gen muttered about both his brothers being idiots, which Bellinar ignored and grinned sideways at Dareen. [color=DarkKhaki]"Darling witchling, we let them in and they would make up evidence. They've been aiming for Faeril for years. We're just a bonus to their paycheck."[/color] 

Gen gestured the door snapping open and a rather tall Eyrie came charging in. Most likely it was he who had been ramming the door to the jeers and cheers of his little unit. With the door opened they seemed to number just about ten, the jewel of the charger a gleaming Purple Dusk. The Grey Jeweled wires of Mikhail wrapped about the man as he, the eyrien, called in a nicked and worn warblade. The rest of the group slipping two more into the room. as they huddled about the door. "Well, there we go!" Laughed the Green Jeweled Prince of Queen Melian's court. "Now why don't you all, just go outside while we see if that bitch and bastard are in or not? Or you going to actually use those little sticks." He sneered, seeming unaware of Mikhail's Grey Jewel as Gen stepped slightly in front of the Dea Al Mon.