[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi[/color][/h3][/center]
[color=20B2AA][i]Gennar, Bellinar, Denvar…[/i][/color] Jandar memorized the names he was given promptly, matching the appearance of each brother with each name as he gazed at one by one in turn for a few seconds. He turned, almost startled, when the Dea Al Mon introduced himself, and nodded cautiously in confirmation of the Prince’s introduction. Given that only minutes before, the man had ranted and raved how he would be only Faeril’s ally and not Fatima’s or her court’s, this practically placid introduction of his was slightly odd, but perhaps Mikahil truly was so professional that he could act as if nothing had happened. Jandar supposed he could reciprocate, but he’d still keep a cautious eye on this somewhat questionably ally of theirs.
 
In the mean-time, he observed peacefully with a slightly quirked eyebrow as Mikhail and Gennar carried the still living but unconscious assailants into Faeril’s house with what in Jandar’s mind was a very obvious goal in mind – information extraction. He didn’t mind, though he did wonder if Fatima caught on. However, if the Queen said nothing about it, Jandar certainly didn’t intend to alert her to the goings-on. [color=20B2AA]“My horse, Teo, is still stabled by the inn downstairs,”[/color] the Warlord commented when Fatima mentioned that the two of them were all packed to go. He kept a sharp gaze trained on the Queen as she faltered lightly at the sight of her companion’s corpse, but as she was able to recollect herself swiftly, he did not intervene.

Fatima asked for help with gathering wood, but Jandar did not have a hatchet or ax on him, so he left that work to Bellinar and Xandar. The latter had stripped completely, and Jandar noticed the Eyrien’s recently healed wound. He frowned mildly, thinking that the added strain of woodcutting in addition to the fierce combat they’ve just been through might not serve the Eyrien well, but the Warlord held his tongue. For one, he was not a Healer, and for another, the Warlord Prince was likely quite aware of his own capabilities and limitations; insinuation otherwise would be an insult. The two Eyriens would have to be manpower enough for the wood. As for the house work, all the others had gone there, so it was bound to be crowded already. Moreover, Fatima would probably stay right there, by the old man’s corpse. The Warlord did not believe there would be any danger so soon again, but he certainly wasn’t going to risk anything and leave the Queen by herself. [color=20B2AA]“I shall stay by your side,”[/color] he asserted, giving Fatima a calm and sure gaze, not with the intent to patronize or pity her, but simply matter-of-factly.