[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][b][color=A9A9A9]and[/color][/b][/h3][h2][color=DarkKhaki][b]Bellinar Saroth[/b][/color][/h2][h3][color=A9A9A9]In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi[/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]
Jandar quirked an amused eyebrow at Fatima’s reaction to Xandar stripping, and returned her smile with a faint uplift of his lips’ corners. He then followed the Queen, helping gather nearby branches, picking the larger ones from the ground and occasionally tearing one off straight from a tree. He deposited the material to the same spot Fatima did, and assisted in uprooting the stones. Fingers strained with the earth from the handiwork, he turned from where he was crouched over the disturbed ground, facing Bellinar. Jandar chuckled at the Eyrien’s complaint. [color=20B2AA]“We are sure to leave here, so the mess should not matter as much, should it? Besides, it may even lead the enemies to believe the place was actually ransacked.”[/color] His smirk stretched into an evil smile as a mischievous idea occurred to him. [color=20B2AA]“Perhaps we should strive to cause an even greater chaos, both without and within Faeril’s house.”[/color] By that point, Jandar’s shoulders were shaking lightly in mirth as he held back a full-blown laugh, though the desire soon passed by, and he sighed, shaking his head left and right twice. [color=20B2AA]“That was, of course, a joke,”[/color] he added, dryly.

Bellinar gave a wane-but-game smile at Jandar's joke. [color=DarkKhaki]"If they did think that, all the better for Faeril. Though I doubt if we leave that we will ever return. The Widow's path is now entwined with your Lady."[/color] The Warlord Prince nodded towards Fatima before continuing. [color=DarkKhaki]"Faeril is just fussy about her home and it's a family home. Been so for generations."[/color]

Jandar brushed the earth off his palms and stood up, briefly glancing at the platform Fatima an he had set. It was as good as it was going to get until Markov returned with proper logs. He then turned to Bellinar. [color=20B2AA]“I agree that it is very well possible she may never be able to return, even if we all survive whatever we will have to go through yet. The kind of mission we are undertaking…I myself have doubts as to when and if I may be able to even [i]visit[/i] Kaeleer," [/color] he confessed. [color=20B2AA]“I can only pray that the hardship we are to go through will be worth it in the end.”[/color]

[color=DarkKhaki]"Kaeleer... I've never been. Faeril wished to go there one day, but after the business with her mother and aunt and hunting our father down... The taint of the twisted Queens was strong and we couldn't risk leaving."[/color] Bellinar almost looks wistful, as he sighs in resignation. [color=DarkKhaki]"We need somewhere safe to gather our power and recruit a Court for Fatima without stepping on another, reigning, Queen's toes."[/color]

[color=20B2AA]“Indeed. I do not know much about the state of Terreille, except that it is rather awful, if you don’t mind my saying so, but such a safe spot may very well reside within Kaeleer. Returning there, however, might be a challenge, what with the strict border control in this Realm,”[/color] Jandar made a complicated expression, somewhere between a smile and a grimace, and which was coloured partly by nostalgia, partly by bitterness at the things he had seen and learned in Terreille, and partly by worry for Fatima and the precarious situation they were in.