[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3][/center]
[color=20B2AA]“Mm, looks like the Sceltie is a Kindred,”[/color] Jandar casually commented to Bellinar’s snapped question. He then walked a ways from the thief, following the Eyrien. He calmly listened to the man’s explanation, though he wasn’t entirely pleased by it. [color=20B2AA]“I hope you don’t get too chatty with them. Getting information from sex can be a double-edged sword,”[/color] he declared, though he hoped he was saying something the Warlord Prince knew well enough already.

[color=20B2AA]“Now, as for our town expedition…”[/color] he trailed off, grimacing slightly. [color=20B2AA]“We met SaDiablo,”[/color] he whispered. He could have put an aural shield around them just in case, but that would have just drawn unnecessary attention from the Sceltie. [color=20B2AA]“It wasn’t the best of meetings, but no-one died or got hurt too badly. Also, he advised us to leave soon, and the Queen agreed with that suggestion,”[/color] he continued speaking sotto-voice. 

[color=20B2AA]“That’s the gist of it,”[/color] Jandar rolled his shoulders, gaze briefly landing on the thief, his canine companion, and Mikhail. Lips pinching into a thin line, he began speaking in a normal volume. [color=20B2AA]“Now look what you did to that poor kid, he’s scared to death. You don’t know the Lady well enough if you honestly think she’d care about him taking things he needs for survival. In fact, I bet she’d be just as supportive as Mikhail is,”[/color] he claimed.