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[center][h3][color=SlateBlue]In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady] [@13org] [@Silverpaw] [@ZoeyWhite] [@eclecticwitch]
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"It's a bit soon to be worrying about the watch," Gen noted with a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes. The viper rats were many and not all had been in the nest when Xandar had set it ablaze. Their skittering rustled about the ruins of the buildings, as they became agitated by the death of their kin. "Whatever we decide to do, we best be careful." The Eyrien warrior warned. "Those viper rats are deadly if they get the numbers." Dareen would be well aware of the dangers imposed by those small venomous rodents, a common problem in Pruul. There they fed upon whatever they could sink their deadly teeth into. The poison that they held was not uncurable but it was extremely painful and when combined with their numbers that would swarm a grown man.

Faeril meanwhile was giving Jandar a stern look rather than just glaring at him. "While I would be tempted to let the witch lead as I have no doubt Dareen has seen such witches before. "There is the downfall of the fact she isn't of the aristo naturally." There was something of an apologetic note in the Black Widow's voice as she admitted the fact. "Which means it would be best if Dareen could hang back a bit, perhaps be the docile sort of witch, which means you need to lead the both of you, Jandar."

"Slaves wouldn't be viable." Rumbled Bellinar looking troubled as he eyed the Lady Ashkevron. "You're not suggesting..."

"A merchant yes, perhaps of old wealth. Feel free to admit you have several estates and let them wonder. If they persist I would suggest that you acclaim lands in Dhemlan. A Hayll mother, a Dhemlan father." Faeril agreed looking rather put out at the idea. "Which means you must scorn your father and all the Dhemlan do. Accept only that you are of Hayll, and enjoy its... [i]entertainments[/i]." Turning her icy eyes over to Mikhail she raised a brow. "If you must." She sighed, helpless to argue with the fact that the Dea Al Mon could very well handle himself. A third set of eyes would be useful, but it troubled her. Something was not sitting right and she could not for all the skill she possessed in her Craft could put a finger on it.

Denvar looked amused at Dareen while Faeril and his brother talked. "I think you can probably borrow one of Faeril's. If you don't mind wing slits."

"And it being out of date." Bellinar noted with some good-humored ribbing at Faeril.