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

[color=crimson][center]Location: Ashkevron residence, front yard in a tree[/center][/color]

Xandar lie quietly on the branch, looking up at the afternoon skies as the clouds shifted in their patterns in random. It was almost, calming, and he smoked his cigarette and drew in the long breaths of smoke before releasing them into the air. This was one of the few things he did to have any sort of inner peace, normally he was so worried about doing something or having to be productive and involved. There were the few moments that he would just relax, not a care or thought in the world, and just take in the time he had for what it was. 

As he heard the voices in the distance he closed his eyes and tried to block out the mess, but the words were getting louder and he knew exactly who was saying them. Cold, judging, venomous words of an uncaring man to his Queen, he took one of the thinner branches next to him in his hand and snapped it, crushing it and letting the leaves fall to the ground. It was alright, she was a big girl, she could handle herself. He was trying to behave himself and let the dust settle, but those words did not sit well with him. But, he was determined to keep his cool. 

He heard quick footsteps approaching his direction, and he knew exactly who it was, but he rested calmly on the tree in the same position he was. He was about to say something snarky but he remembered what Faeril and his Queen said. Fighting with Mikhail would only bring worse, and if he truly wanted to do what was best for the people he cared about, he would be civil. So he looked tired, calm, and gave off a much weaker persona than normal as he slumped down from his branch and landed softly on the grass. 

[color=crimson]"Mikhail, I'm in no mood or shape to fight, if that was what you were looking for. I know there's been arguments, and we've had our differences. I don't expect you to like me, and I know you want me long gone, I understand. We both have our interests, and we may be at odds, but our goals are similar. We are indebted to one of them there, Faeril and Fatima, and they both have the same goal. To cure this land of the wicked rule of Queens that have done us wrong. Both of us. All of us. So we all need each other if we ever hope to get that done. I don't expect to be friends, but I'm willing to at least be [i]civil[/i]. If you won't do it for me, for Fatima, at least do it for Faeril."[/color]

Xandar talked in a slow, almost sad and tired manner, like a man after a long day of work who just wanted to fall into bed. He reached into his jacket pocket, taking out the note he had found on the body. He pressed it into Mikhail's hand as he passed him, standing beside him for a moment while he spoke.

[color=crimson]"There was a note on one of the guards with this location, as well as the presence of Faeril and I. This what a planned attack, of course, but they do have an informant that we don't know the identity of. I feel as though Faeril trusts everybody here enough that it wasn't any of us, but I don't think we'll be safe here for much longer. That's all I know. Feel free to bother those two with interrogation if you so wish. But, if you'll excuse me, I am going to try and comfort my Queen. I hope you think about what I said and we can come to some sort of compromise, for the better of the group."[/color] 

With this last word Xandar clasped the man's shoulder, and then slowly made his way towards the rest of the group in the front yard. If he was on his own, left to his own thoughts, that might have ended more violently. But he knew that he would have to behave and control himself if he was to be any use to his Queen. He's been a rogue for a while, a violent, rude, warlord prince with no bounds and no restraints and he had been long removed from court life. It was easier to have a hard exterior to protect himself, to trust nobody. But, with people in his life he actually cared about, ones that he could trust that weren't those awful Queens... maybe he could open up a bit more. 

[color=crimson]"Hey, is everyone alright? I've put Faeril to bed and rounded up those two survivors. I think we're safe for now, but I don't know for how much longer. Somebody gave them the tip that we were here, and if we stay here, it's not going to end well. This is the exact reason I have moved place to place for many years, being hunted by Queens and courts. We can talk about who did what and work out those details later, but if we want to keep our heads, we're going to have to leave. To where I'm not sure, but we're going to have to go into hiding again before we make our next move."[/color]