[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Ruined town[/color][/h3][/center]
The Eyrien brothers procured what seemed like quite the expensive coach, and Jandar wondered however they were able to afford it, but the fact of the matter was that they needed it. Through the Blue Winds, Gennar led them out of Askavi. During the trip, Jandar stuck to Fatima, being the one who usually coaxed her to eat, sleep, move, and could only hope that that spark of life would eventually return to her. For now, he let her reflect and mourn most of the time, with the occasional encouragement she needed to prod her into doing more than sit and think and wane.

Eventually, they arrived to a landing web of a ruined town. Jandar released Teo from where he’d been fastened in the front of the coach alongside another horse, letting him find something to graze amidst the ruins. There wasn’t much. Buildings falling apart, life missing – even vermin seemed to be rare, and the fields of witch blood. This place had been ravaged by war, cleansed by fire, abandoned by men. Nature was beginning to overtake the place, the thorns and weeds and grass a surprisingly welcome sight in what was otherwise an utterly desolate scenery.

[color=20B2AA]“Indeed, we best make a camp here, and split into two groups. One to stay here, one to scout in the town. It would be least odd if only one of one were to go, seeing how different from the natives we will be…But it should be safer if a few of us go,”[/color] Jandar mused. Perhaps only the three Eyrien brothers should go? If they sent to much of a mixed group, there would be questions. Then again, the same might hold true for a trio of Eyrien warriors. [color=20B2AA]“Perhaps myself, Mikhail, and one or two of the Eyrien brothers. Dareen, maybe,”[/color] he added. [color=20B2AA]“Fatima, Faeril, and Xandar would certainly stand out too much, so it is a given that they stay here. Prince Markov, you could of course protect the group that stays with you here, correct?”[/color] he addressed the Eyrien Warlord, hoping the male would not desire to go into the unknown town. [color=20B2AA]“We’ll certainly need to think of a story we can give to the citizens. Should we simply pose as a rag-tag group of travelers, I wonder?”[/color] That was the closest to the truth after all.

As he thought this, Jandar’s gaze flicked around, and he suddenly realized Fatima had managed to wander apart from them while they’d been deep in thought in discussion. Immediately becoming more alert, the Warlord focused on enhancing his sight with the power of his Blood Opal jewel, the power giving a subtle glow to his eyes as he looked around intently. He saw the Queen duck into one of the abandoned buildings, apparently intent to explore. Though somewhat worried and uncomfortable, he let her be for now, though resolved he’d keep an even better eye on her from now on. Incidentally, he also saw Xandar go off in another direction, following a couple of viper rats. A mild frown graced his lips, but he did not comment; it was fine with him if the Eyrien went ahead and exterminated the vermin. The Kaeleeran Warlord only hoped Markov had heard and agreed with his suggestion.