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

[color=crimson][center]Location: Next to Faeril and Fatima, on the outskirts of the buildings[/center][/color]

Xandar nodded at Faeril's answer, seeing as though it was meant to be a surprise to those venturing into the town, as Faeril had seen it in her web that they were meant to go there.

While it pained him to let the others walk into... him... it seemed it was out of his control, for interfering with a widow's web was more trouble than he needed in his life. Maybe it just happened to be a coincidence and the black jeweled monster would just pass by. But that was much too hopeful. All he could do was sit around and wait for whatever was going to happen. 

That was the part that bothered him the most, knowing that there was nothing he could do, being powerless to the events around him. 

His attention peaked when he saw Fatima skip over, talking some kind of nonsense about the ugliest woman in all the land. Xandar chuckled, shaking his head as the two got tense, Faeril now asking aloud what he meant by the intruder. Fatima slowly started backing up into him, also wondering what was going on. 

Well, so much for a surprise. That thing definitely knows they spotted it now. 

[color=crimson]"You know, for the party. We're getting all dressed up now, we should be expecting some company."[/color] Xandar said lightly, brushing past Fatima, patting her head. 

[color=crimson]"Oh don't worry, if you want her to do that for you, all you need to do is wear her clothes. That'll do the trick."[/color] He jest, knowing he was likely to get a smack to the back of the head eventually. 

He stepped closer towards the shadows, readying a summon for his sword as he quite casually walked towards the shadows where the creature was skulking. 

[color=crimson]"I'm just going to go for a little walk."[/color]