[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi[/color][/h3][/center]
When their conversation was done, Jandar let Fatima heal him, then summoned his traveling backpack, stashed his dirtied shirt, and pulled out a fresh one. After redressing and vanishing the backpack, he stood gracefully and offered Fatima a hand to pick her up, perhaps even escort her to the house if she still needed a bit of support.
 
Then, the Eyrien Warlord Prince ambled towards him, looking somewhat worn out from the battle. [color=20B2AA]“Mm, with how convenient that attack was, a traitor was to be expected. There were three enemies waiting on top of the stairs we’ve just ascended, and from the looks of it, there had been a simultaneous attack on the house that the rest of you fended off. If there had been less of us…”[/color] Jandar trailed off. There was no need to complete the sentence; the well-prepared attackers had been routed only because the circumstances hadn’t been quite as they’d expected. [color=20B2AA]“I certainly agree that we should leave as soon as is possible. Perhaps the Black Widow will have a suggestion as to the where,”[/color] he commented.

The Warlord nodded politely in the direction of the Eyrien brother who had spoken. [color=20B2AA]“Perhaps a simple exchange of names would not go amiss,”[/color] he noted in an amused tone. After all, he still did not know the names of all of those whom he had fought alongside. [color=20B2AA]“My name is Jandar Varan. And yourself? And, if I am not mistaken, those two are your brothers?”[/color] he gestured at the two remaining Eyriens, who were already on their way to Faeril’s residence.