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

[color=crimson][center]Location: Outside Faeril's Eyrie, cliff staircase[/center][/color]

Xandar was in quite the furious mood as he sailed down the edge of the cliff, dropping like a ton of bricks as he only had a few moments to collect himself from his blind rage. He wanted nothing more than to let out his frustration upon anybody who got in his way and then left once he had done so, but the debts and obligations he had chained him to this not so great situation. The annoying and useless tag alongs found it amusing to blame all their problems on the Ebon-Grey, expecting him to be everywhere at once and do everything, to take care of everybody's job for them. Worthless creatures, he didn't understand why they even kept them around, all they were good for was taking up the oxygen in the surrounding area. Imagine if he hadn't been there to save all their asses, what kind of devastation would have occurred. But no, not even a thank you was said to him. Caste meant nothing to the peasants. 

While caught up in his brooding he apparently was the last one to get down to where the fighting was taking place, and he cursed silently to himself for not paying attention more. It took him a few brief seconds to scan the surrounding area, seeing all the individual fights that broke out. He wasn't terribly concerned with them, if any of them died it wasn't his problem, he learned that lesson the hard way. But, the one who he couldn't afford dead was Faeril, who seemed to be crawling her way up the stairs towards the Eyrie. Upon further inspection he realized she must of hurt her wings, or she would most likely be flying up. Well, it was better late than never to give her a lift up the mountain. 

All the supplies vanished from on top of Xandar as he opened up his wings, turning his shoulders as he used the momentum of his fall to slingshot himself right besides the stairs, lining up with where he noticed the broken steps were near Faeril. Making sure his flight plan would put him below the hole, he waved his hand as he used his psychic prowess to nudge Faeril down and through the hole. Xandar caught her fall quite easily in his arms despite the high speed, wrapping his arms around her tightly as an Ebon-Grey shield covered the both of them. Still going quite fast from slingshotting around the stairs, he immediately turned his body upwards, and with a large beat of his wings they were both soaring right back up the side of the cliff, using the stairwell as cover. It was uncharacteristic of Xandar to leave a fight, but he mused the safest option was to make sure Faeril was safe first, bring her to Fatima, and make sure the two of them didn't get themselves into any more trouble. 

Xandar chuckled softly, looking down at the very confused face of Faeril as he held her in his arms. [color=crimson]"You know, I really can't leave you alone for five minutes without you getting into trouble, can I? Lucky for you, I was in the neighborhood and decided to swing by. Let's get you patched up, Widow."[/color]