[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Eldra, Shalador[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar blinked at the sudden appearance of Mikhail. He had no idea when and how the Prince had made his way into the bookshop. The Warlord shook off his confusion, non-verbally refuting Mikhail’s words with a shake of his head. [color=20B2AA]“There is already evidence that he is not an enemy. Not conclusive, I’ll give you that, but as you said, he could have killed both of us very easily. Moreover, he believed to have a very good reason for doing so,”[/color] the Warlord explained.

[color=20B2AA]“He thought we may be a danger to the townspeople – and that he was concerned for them is already a good sign. He definitely has a lethal grudge against Queens in general, and with how it was most likely one of them who put that Band of Compliance on him, that’s understandable. I also baited him,”[/color] at this last admission, Jandar smiled wryly. [color=20B2AA]“Yet, he did not kill us, simply let us go.”[/color] The Warlord shrugged, feeling a bit helpless. He’d wanted to remove that collar from SaDiablo, but it wasn’t like they were the Warlord Prince’s allies yet.

[color=20B2AA]“Take that how you will,”[/color] Jandar sighed, rolling his shoulders carefully. [color=20B2AA]“We need to get out of here now, fast. The main problem is how – shall we casually stroll out the way we came in?”[/color] he questioned, letting the others time to consider the possibility. [color=20B2AA]“If not, the Prince and I can cast sight shields over all of us and we attempt to sneak out…However, if the ladies are unused to walking quietly and such, that would be moot,”[/color] he said, looking at Fatima with a raised brow. He didn’t know about the Pruulish witch, but he was somewhat doubtful the Queen had such a skill in her possession. And, speaking of the other witch… [color=20B2AA]“I hope Ranina is alright,”[/color] he murmured, still using Dareen’s fake name. [color=20B2AA]“I’m going to check on her,”[/color] he announced, somewhat unnecessarily.

Jandar walked out, his gait stiff and slow, and immediately sighted Dareen, who was donning a fairly good showing of a noble in a royal huff. However, the Warlord thought the upset was real; the witch was tense, her face lined with perspiration, the bottom of her dressed ruined with mud. Jandar stepped to her, closing in, and laying soothing hands on her shoulders. Though he’d meant to only gently take a hold of her, his body sagged against this new support, and the Warlord growled softly under his breath, lips thinning at the damned injuries still weakening him. [color=20B2AA]“Apologies, dear,”[/color] he huffed, taking care to look around and observe the surroundings.

A moment of two passed, as Jandar simply breathed through his pain, then he straightened, shifting his hands from Dareen’s shoulders to the palms of her hands. [color=20B2AA]“What happened? Did the black jeweled man do something?”[/color] he asked her quietly. [color=20B2AA]“We’ll need to leave…my cousin’s [i]appearance[/i] is compromised,”[/color] he added in a murmur after a moment, hoping the witch would understand his meaning.