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[h3][color=SlateBlue]In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3]
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The boy's eyes widened as Bellinar trapped him under an imposing hand. Yet as a third showed up Thom's eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at Jandar in wary annoyance for reasons that were not readily understandable to poor Dunny who was trying his darnest to warn the Eyrien Warlord Prince off his friend. Without much success. Bellinar meanwhile just looked annoyed at Mikhail and Jandar. The Eyrien didn't want to release the boy or the mutt. Especially not if they were going to race off to tell tales. "Think perhaps it would be best to let the Queen decide that?" At the mention of a Queen, Thom paled the stark white most Glaciens were naturally. His golden eyes wide with fear. Dunny snarled all the louder. [i]*I do not like him or Queens!*[/i] The dusty fellow declared to all four humans about him.

Bellinar stared at the dog with a furious glint of malice in his golden eyes. His wings spreading slightly. "What trick is this?" He snapped at Mikhail and Jandar. It seemed the Eyrien was on the border of arguing about the lad, but as Jandar asked where he had been and what he had been doing, he glared at Mikhail. "Do yourself and us a favor and wait for Faeril to wipe use from their minds. We don't need to borrow more trouble." Shoving the lad at the Dea Al Mon he turned to Jandar with a jerk of his head. Walking a bit away from boy and assassin. "I was taking a look about, I'm the fastest flier here, and women find me charming to talk to." He answered in a gruff voice, his wings tucking onto his back. "I would have been back sooner, but there was a bit of an issue over when I should leave." He gave Jandar a cocky smirk that was so typical of the males of his race.

Thom, however, was anything but full of himself as he shook with utter terror. It was one thing to run into a group of people. It was another thing when those people included a [i]Queen[/i]. [color=CadetBlue]"Look, we'll give the stuff back. Won't tell no one yer out here. Just don't give Dunny to the Queen."[/color] Thom pleaded, his voice rising higher in terror. Dunny had been dropped from the lad's arm as he stumbled. Now the Sceltie danced about Thom's feet whining in worry and slight fear at Thom's reaction. [color=CadetBlue]"I swear I- We didn't mean any harm. Was just hungry."[/color] He gripped Mikhail's sleeve desperately. Outright pleading with the man. [i]*Thom? Are you hurt? Do we need to run?*[/i] Dunny's dark eyes peered up at his friend and the Dea Al Mon. [color=CadetBlue]"No, you stupid mutt. We're should have run, but you had to be chatty!"[/color] Snapped the boy to the dog, the latter taking a few steps back looking shocked and hurt.