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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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The screams that echoed in the subterranean room were haunting. The two men were quick to spill what they knew, only asking for mercy as they had families of their own to care for. A fact Gen shot down in harsh and short order while asking for details the men could not or would not provide. [color=FireBrick]"Most Eyrien warriors live in war camps and go to their families only to produce children."[/color] It was a harsh light into his own society, but young men in their prime like these two were not likely to have formed such a close bond to a woman to treat her with any decorum. A fact that was cemented as they spat curses even as they begged. From them Mikhail, Gen and Dareen would learn that they had been sent by the order of the Master of the Guard to Queen Melian. Someone Gen had no kind words for, though he held off on the judgement on whether or not to kill the two warriors, mentioning that perhaps it would be best to leave that to the Queen and Black Widow.

Up above, as Jassen's body burned, Randalvar watched as he and Xandar stood next to the fallen man. Bidding his farewell to Queen and men, the elderly Eyrien glided down from the eyrie. It would be later in the afternoon when everyone minus Faeril found their way inside. Both Bellinar and Denvar busying themselves with packing up bits and pieces of the house that couldn't be left behind. Gen was pouring out a mug of coffee for Fatima as he started the conversation. [color=FireBrick]"As much as I want to wait until Faeril wakes up. There's no sign that she will any time soon, and we do need to figure out where we are going. Not to mention how you are going to fill your Court, Lady Fatima."[/color] The Green Warlord stated formerly as he began rummaging about the dining room and [b]vanishing[/b] the precious sets of dishes. The front parlor made less than pleasent by Mikhail's earlier display.