[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar awoke to the sounds of rummaging and scuttling. He peeked an eye open and saw Mikhail headed to the coach…and the dog? What followed were broken noises of conversation. The Prince was apparently talking to it. Jandar turned over, attempting to go back to sleep. Mikhail could handle the animal thief.

Except he didn’t. The Dea Al Mon prince mentioned a Sceltie. Jandar’s eyes opened fully. Could it be a Kindred? If he listened carefully, it didn’t seem that Mikhail was just talking to the dog. His responses soon revealed that the Sceltie had indeed telepathically communicated some things to him. Jandar huffed, lips in undue amusement as he heard Mikhail offer their wares – that the dog had already stolen – multiple times to it.

It was curious. The most cautious person in their party was being lenient and understanding. As the duo moved farther away, Jandar stood up from his bedroll. His previous noble guise had long since been removed, and he was in his usual attire. Well, his usual sleeping attire. Summoning his leather vest and belt, the Warlord quickly put on some overclothes. His boots followed, and then he was off.

By the time Jandar arrived at the edge of the village, the spot in the dying forest the Sceltie had trotted off to, Bellinar was also there, and Jandar barely caught what the Eyrien had said. The Warlord strolled forwards, his gait easy and posture unconcerned. [color=20B2AA]“That was a lot of racket for a would-be-thief,”[/color] he commented mildly, looking from the Kindred to the mixed-blood human. He was a strange one; a very feminine sounding boy. Jandar stared at the Glacian, and simply added casually, [color=20B2AA]“You better start explaining yourself.”[/color]

He then looked towards the Eyrien with a sweet smile. [color=20B2AA]“Oh, I don’t mind sharing information, Prince. I’d also dearly like to know where you have been and what you have been doing,”[/color] he said pointedly, but softly enough that it wasn’t accusatory. Jandar really didn’t want to deal with another pissed off Warlord Prince, after all. [color=20B2AA]“But perhaps we should talk away from these intruders, hm? Mikhail can take care of them. After all, if he doesn’t judge them to be a danger, then they are most likely not a danger,”[/color] he concluded.