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[center][h3][color=SlateBlue]In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady] [@eclecticwitch] [@13org] [@Zoey White] [@SilverPaw]
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[color=FireBrick]"Gennar."[/color] He returned the courtsey, jerking his head in his brothers' general direction. [color=FireBrick]"My brothers, Bellinar and Denvar."[/color] It was a short answer, but they were running low on time, taking note that Fatima would be busy with the remains of her former companion the Warlord gave a short nod to Mikhail. He could appreciate what the assassin was offering. While Faeril would have been a better option, the Black Widow was out of commission by her own actions. Something he was going to explain to her was a bad idea. [color=FireBrick]"There's a better place than Bellinar's room..."[/color] Muttered the Warlord. [color=FireBrick]"Just... help me strip it of everything before you begin."[/color] The words were softly spoken but at most only Jean would be close enough to make them out. Picking up one of the Eyriens, he left the other for the Dea Al Mon. Figuring the Grey Jeweled Prince would rather carry his own weight so to speak. Leading the man, he walked towards Faeril's work room, and thankfully found the witch within dead within. Though Dareen proved more of a question, giving the Pruul witch a stern look as he pushed the door open and hauled the two warriors into the room. Gen raise a finger to his lips. If she wanted to, for all he cared, the witch would have no trouble following them as Gen shoved open the hidden door and made his way as quietly as possible down the steep steps to a second door, as heavy as the first.

[color=FireBrick]"Don't mention this room to anyone. Faeril is... It her [i]other[/i] work room."[/color] His golden eyes held who ever was following him. [color=FireBrick]"Been in her family for years and these won't be the last, nor the first, to... suffer down here."[/color] There words were halting and stilted as he lit the small hidden room with witchfire. The dim glow revealing a long stone table with channels in that Mikhail would know was for a liquid. Cabinets lined the wall much like the room above but this one was filled with books and the tools of the Black Widow's craft. Dropping the cringing, and now awake though his partner was far in the realm of dreams yet, eyrie on the cold stone floor. Gen shut the door behind the group before dragging out a large and heavy-looking chest. Old power was woven about it and within it he began to stack the precious journals and books. Some falling apart, others looking like several hands had written in them as their covers were partly torn. [color=FireBrick]"You can start once we get these away from their stink."[/color]

Bellinar grinned imprudently at Xandar. [color=DarkKhaki]"Can't wait to show off to the Ladies, can you? Thankfully Faeril's asleep else hopefully she'd have the sense to..."[/color] It was a clear just but an elbow from Denvar rammed into his brother's stomach and an irritated and forlorn sigh told anyone with half a thought that it was an old one.

[color=Tan]"Go get wood, Bellinar, or make yourself useful and may the Darknesss be merciful don't tell Faeril that. Not after this. She's liable to rip your wings off and beat you with them."[/color] Shaking his head at his brother's stupidity he walked to the house and began pulling things out of the kitchen that they would probably need.