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[h3][color=SlateBlue]In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3]
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Denvar yawned as he emerged from the rough shell of a home that would have sheltered them well enough from any rain. Having satisfied himself that Faeril was quite alright and tucked away, the Warlord Prince followed the scent of cooking meat to give his brother a wide grin. Diverting his path, Denvar moved to pluck a canteen and [i]call in[/i] a rough looking kettle. Settling it next to the fire, with a nod towards Xandar that mirror one Bellinar had given the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince a good few minutes before. [color=Tan]"What in the name of Mother Night happened?"[/color] Denvar asked in a conversational way.

Bellinar was in a grumpy mood as he gave a huff of irritation. [color=DarkKhaki]"The assassin took in a fool boy and his dog. The Prince is right in the fact we need to be wary, even of boys."[/color] Denvar gave a nod of agreement, though he look was grim.

[color=Tan]"I do hope that Ashke won't be needed to deal with it. She was still asleep when I checked on her."[/color] The brother stated with a sideways look at Bellinar.

[color=DarkKhaki]"Hopefully not. I just got back from visiting from Lady friends."[/color] The Eyrien warrior grinned with a leering look in his golden eyes. Yet there was a slightly uncomfortable look reflected in Gennar's eyes he watched on from where he was packing up the wagon.

Denvar seemed to miss Gennar's arrival from the house so shortly after his own as he gave a sharp laugh. [color=Tan]"Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself as you got some information for us-?"[/color]

[color=DarkKhaki]"Nothing overly interesting. The Queens here aren't looking for us- yet. The Sadist is on loan from Hayll, apparently his pissed Dorothea off. It's the talk of the town."[/color]

The talk by the coals of the fire were just out of shot of those who walked towards it. The boy's shoulders hunching in shame as Jandar recognized him. Looking utterly insulted as Jandar implied he had not warned Dunny, Thom bristled. [color=CadetBlue]"I did tell 'im! I swear I did!"[/color] He protested at Jandar in a harsh whisper. The Queen forgotten in his indignity and shame as he flinched away from the words that the Warlord sent at him. He hadn't known of the serving girl. Hadn't cared to be honest, but to admit that seemed to mark on his shame. [color=CadetBlue]"I-I didn't-!"[/color] Thom's eyes dropped to the ground as he shrunk under the Warlord's glare. Shuffling alongside Jandar, Thom looked utterly beaten. [color=CadetBlue]"Dunny got the stuff, not me."[/color] He offered weakly, afraid of the questions that might be coming. Namely why he had been pretending to be a girl. [i]That[/i] would probably be the worst of it, and Thom winced as he considered how to best answer it.

Dunny had raced away to the fire and was dancing about the Eyriens, heedless of the worry his friend was in. As far as Dunny was concerned the Queen was a [i]good[/i] Queen and the others smelled good too. Thom was a bit hard headed, but they would herd Thom to the fire. Dunny didn't have a doubt about that.  Plopping himself right beside Xandar, the little dog thawcked his tail with blinding speed in the dust. [i]*Meat? I smell meat! But why are you burning the meat?*[/i] Dunny asked in his rambling way of asking things. Gennar and Denvar stiffening as they stared in shock at the Kindred Sceltie. The dog not bothering to hide his speech from these men or Xandar. They belonged to the Queen and so they were good. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges and needed some training but they were good. [i]*Here! The Queen will want these!*[/i] There was a loud clatter, as a pile of pots, pans, knives, and several pouches of herbs landed in a pile in front of a stunned Denvar.  Dunny looked up at Xandar and Dareen, utterly pleased with himself. [i]*See? I will help the good Queen! Should I wake up the female I smell? I will wake them up!*[/i] Without waiting for a reply, Dunny was up and bounding off towards where Faeril slept. If he was not interrupted the poor dog, or poor woman, would have an unfortunate meeting.