[center][color=crimson][h2]Xandar Markov[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=crimson][center]Location: Outside of Winged Boar in Aven, Askavi[/center][/color]

It seemed as though the fate of the man would be postponed until they came back to Faeril's residence. Seeing as though he was not trying to murder anybody at the moment, he could at least be less on edge that something bad was going to happen. Even so, there was only so much he could tolerate before he'd get angry, drunk, or both in a lot of cases. If such an event would happen again, he wouldn't think twice about lobbing a head or two off. He felt an urge to protect those around him, which was odd, considering he's been very apathetic to most these last few hundred years, let alone to strangers. 

An audible groan escaped his lips when he heard the word [i]walk[/i], considering it would take a considerably longer amount of time and much more effort to reach the house on foot. Why would she offer if she herself could fly? Although, it seemed not everybody with them could fly, and she would have to surely show them the way. As much as he would love a walk, Xandar decided Faeril didn't need an escort back up to her home, and that he would fly himself there. Surely Jandar was with her at the very least, and the rest seemed competent more or less. Even the Queen would be with her, or so he thought, as he heard footsteps behind him as he was about to take off. 

[color=crimson]"As fun as that sounds, I'll be flying up there. I'm sure you lot can take care of yoursel-"[/color]

The Reaper raised an eyebrow at Fatima, seeing as it was quite bizarre for a Queen to ask him to fly her there without the company of her court. Well, she did believe he was going to be on her court. While the idea did seem like a good one, and he felt a strong urge to serve, his heart had been played with too many times to be swayed so easy. But still, a ride there wasn't a burden at all to him, as long as she wasn't one to get air sick. He's sure he'd get an earful from somebody about all this, but who could say no to the Queen? 

[color=crimson]"I suppose I could. Just make sure you hold on tightly, and don't get sick on me."[/color]

And with that he quickly scooped Fatima up in his arms bridal style, Making sure she had time to wrap her arms around his neck in the very least before immediately jumping and taking off with his wings. If he took too long he was afraid Faeril or Jassen would have choice words, but it was much easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. The weather was quite nicer than the last time he flew up the mountain, so it was smooth sailing and a nice view as they quickly ascended the cliff side.

[color=crimson]"So, did you want to do this so you could see what it's like to fly, or were you dreading the walk as much as I did?"[/color] Xandar chuckled, trying to make some small talk as they would soon reach the top.