[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]above the base of the steps[/i][/center]

Dareen tsked her tongue against her teeth. Yeah, he could kill her if he wanted too. Dareen decided to hold her tongue. It was frustrating though- usually those who posessed physical power believed that strength alone is what makes them righteous. Might makes right, the loser is evil and the winner is good kind of thing. A moral philosophy that seemed to prove itself correct time and time again. Her commander held these beliefs strongly aswell. But the Pruulish witch chose to believe there was more to life than just that. What it was, she couldn't tell.

It mattered not, for even though Xandar broke her nose Fatima seemed to want to protect Xandar, or have him be his subordinate. Ah, Dareen thought. Her initial reading was a little closer than she thought. Fatima was a queen. The caste system was truly a wonderful thing, was it not? It seemed Dareen's ribbing Xandar on Fatima's behalf was of no help or use to anyone and Dareen didn't want to piss of Xandar for no reason- dumb brute that he was. And Queen's were, well, queens. They spend their entire lives getting what they want. An upbringing like that makes it hard to maintain empathy, Dareen believed. Struggle is what bonds us all together.

Mikhail and Fatima were going at it in their boring monotone voices, and Dareen found it hard not to tune out. Faeril also mentioned a prophecy or something? The archer's thoughts we Dareen eyed the man she barely helped earlier, with the bow and arrow. He had given her a little wave, which was fun. It seemed he knew Fatima, and was carrying that corpse from earlier. It seemed he was another one of those Queen worshippers. It seemed the only people here to operate outside of this damn hierarchy were Mikhail and herself, and Mikhail was as unreadable as his hair was white. He had stuck up for her, but it seems as if the Dea Al Mon was a steadfast loner and isolationist.

[color=c4df9b]"Well, whatever."[/color] Dareen complained to herself. Everyone was probably going back to the Eyrie. Shouldering her bow and re-quivering the arrow between her fingers, Dareen slowly made her way back up the steps. Whatever happened next, she would be here. Despite their various dysfunctionalities, these were the only people she had ever met that seemed displeased with the current structure of society. Leave, and Dareen would never see them again. Back to wandering. Something like this was what she was looking for- it wouldn't be easy but it was all she had. She could never face her commander again.

Dareen came to a stop outside the Eyrie. Xandar was chucking all the corpses off a cliff and had tied up some of the thugs that had attacked them earlier. Two of 'em. Faeril was probably somewhere inside. Dareen wasn't that tired. Her heart rate hadn't even increased that much- she was far away from the second fight and it was hardly one of the more stressful fights she's ever been in. That first skirmish was looking pretty grim before Xandar jumped in and murdered the shit out of everyone. No wonder he felt like he could get away with anything- he practically could. There was a hypothetical scenario where Xandar is humbled and learns his lesson, but unfortunately by the time Xandar is defeated Dareen is probably long dead. Unfortunate. 

Dareen wanted to get out of the rain, so she walked inside, closing the door behind her. She took a moment to familiarize herself with the Eyrie. She ended up wandering back towards the room she had stayed in. Leaning against the wall outside the door of the bedroom, she paused and waited for whatever happens next.