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

[color=crimson][center]Location: Nearby woods-> Cliffside -> Front yard[/center][/color]

Xandar finished the swing of his Ax as he propped the shaft on his shoulder, turning to face Randalvar. He had almost all the wood chopped already, and he slightly tilted his head at seeing Randalvar all battle ready. [color=crimson]”Well you aren’t wrong, there was indeed a fight, but you are very late to the party. I had all the fun myself it seems, left a whole army dead or demoralized up there.”[/color] The warlord prince said this with the utmost casual tone as he starting gathering firewood and vanishing it. [color=crimson]”And before you ask there were no casualties on our part, just some scrapes and bruises. More hurt egos than hurt bodies. But, you might want to know that one of those people in your village was the one who informed the Queen of our whereabouts.”[/color]

The grizzled warlord growled deep in his throat as Xandar insulted the village, Aren. "We wouldn't betray the Black Widow, she's done a damn bit for our village." But there was some doubt in Randalvar's golden eyes. It was his worst nightmare that one of the villagers had turned on the Healer who had done so much for them, but it was viable. Times were only getting harder and people were desperate. "I can vouch for every damn person who entered my tavern today. Hell's fire, Mother Night and May the Darkness be merciful. How is Lady Ashkevron?"

Xandar shrugged, swinging his Ax down on some of the remaining chunks of wood that left to be cut. He wiped the sweat off his brow, focusing his attention on the fallen tree. [color=crimson]”As much as you trust you people, I’m no stranger to being stabbed in the back. There was a note on one of those soldiers with the location of the Eyrie and detailing the presence of both The Widow and myself. The only people with that information are the people in the village or up there, unless you suspect one of them to be a traitor.”[/color]

Xandar vanished the rest of the wood and the Ax, brushing the saw dust off of his hands as he turned himself towards the older Eyrien. [color=crimson]”Alive, thanks in part to me on two separate occasions. They planned on cutting off her snake tooth finger and her wings before kidnapping her, but I put a stop to all that. She got a few cuts and bruises, drained herself a bit, but she’s resting now. She’ll be back to normal soon.”[/color]

There was a gruff chuckle of relief, though it did not reach the old Eyrien's eyes. "That's going to scrape her pride, not to mention her temper. No Ashkevron woman wants to have to rely on a senseless man. Especially when they've done something as stupid and drain themselves worrying over nothing." Vanishing a few of the wedges of firewood himself, the warlord set about helping Xandar. "I don't doubt someone betrayed someone, but- well, shit. Means we have to start looking at our own and that's never a decent thing. I take it, we best expect to do that without the Widow able to check if the party is guilty?"

[color=crimson]"It's always a struggle looking within, as it could really cause some tension. We'll need to go about this carefully. There are a few of them interrogating some of the prisoners of war I had acquired. That might lead to some information, but I'm pretty sure the sadistic bastard is just entertaining himself."[/color] Xandar cut the remaining pieces of firewood, nodding as Randalvar offered his own help. [color=crimson]"Oh the Widow will be fine, I'm sure, she can bitch all she wants. As far as her abilities we'll have to go without them for now, I don't need her draining herself needlessly again. We'll need her strength. We've started making arrangements to leave, though to where I have no idea."[/color]

The Eyrien and sighed Vanishing more wood. "Well, good luck with that. Her Aunt and her Mother were both prone to draining more power than was reasonable. To be sure, they were excellent witches! But damn if they didn't drive a man to madness- and not the permanent kind." He grumbled, remembering those times all too well. "Just wear a cod piece, when you tell her that." Advised the old warlord with a maniac grin that screamed 'better you than me'. His face turned serious as the Reaper spoke of leaving and not knowing where to. "Well you can't stay in Askavi, that's for damn certain. Wouldn't go towards Hyall or Dhemlan either. I'd say head west til you got a good idea of what to do."

[color=crimson]"This'll have to be cod piece enough, I'm sure she'll leave them alone as she might want to use them herself."[/color] The Ebon-Grey teased, stretching his shoulders and giving a large flap with his wings, seeing as all the wood has been vanished and ready to be transported. [color=crimson]"Well that's not much different than what I was doing. We can discuss that with the rest if you'd like to come with me. I'm using this firewood to help with a funeral pyre. There actual was one casualty, the one older gentleman with the Queen. I was impartial to his death, as I do not know how it happened, and also he tried to kill Faeril. But Fatima seemed to care for him so the least he deserves is a proper burial."[/color]

"Hmph," The Eyrien Warrior grunted, choosing to ignore the jab that Faeril might find the Reaper interesting. "You are serving this Queen now? Didn't think I'd see the day." Joining the Reaper in his ascent up the cliff, Randalvar hesitated for a minute before speaking up in a warning. "Be careful with that offer if you mean to tease the Widow, Prince. This entire Realm has scars."

[color=crimson]"Well considering the pull towards her, and the fact that she seemed like the only decent one with good morals I've met in hundreds of years, I'd say so. It's actually nice having a Queen to serve after so long. The rogue life wasn't ideal, and it wasn't preferred, but it's what had to be done. But I really think now we can make a difference."[/color] Xandar chuckled at the comment towards him, reaching the top of the Eyrie as he calmly landed. [color=crimson]"I'm always careful Randalvar, but I can't say much on that subject. I'm not so sure myself, and she doesn't make it any easier on me.[/color]

There was a soft chuckle. "No Ashkevron makes it easy."