[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Sharon, Shalador[/color][/h3][/center]
[color=20B2AA]“Well, as long as you keep that in mind,”[/color] Jandar said to Thom.

He sighed at the tension between Xandar and Mikhail, but chose to comment only once the former left. [color=20B2AA]“Mikhail, I know that you know this hapless duo is an information risk. So, was that taunting truly necessary? It’s terribly…inefficient.”[/color] The Warlord shrugged to shake off the mild disappointment. [color=20B2AA]“As the Queen has suggested, let us just all go eat,”[/color] he commented, then put a gentle hand on Thom’s shoulder, and guided him in the direction of the camp.

Jandar was surprised that the mouthwatering smells were the result of Xandar’s cooking. [color=20B2AA]“This is delicious, thank you, Prince,”[/color] he offered to Markov once he took a serving of his own and ate a spoonful. He ignored the Sceltie’s antics, but kept an eye on Thom, curious whether the boy could adapt to the environment. Given how much they’d discussed his potential doom in front of the lad, perhaps not. Once his meal was finished, the Warlord simply whiled away his time, sitting and watching, half in thought. He was surprised to see Fatima approach him with a terrifyingly serious expression on her face, but stood up immediately. He raised an inquiring eyebrow, waiting to see what his Lady needed from him.