[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
The Warlord's face was impassive as he progressed through the town, but he was keeping careful not of his surroundings, and memorized all the precious bits of information he gathered from the conversations. [color=20B2AA][i]Oh, the disgruntlement of this western part of Terreille seems somewhat promising. I wonder what would happen if the first circle turned against this Alice queen…Yet, some people do seem fine with her...or just resigned.[/i][/color] Then, a couple of guards passed by, eyeing him with a warning look. Jandar gave a slight but respectful nod to them, a silent promise that he wouldn’t cause trouble. [color=20B2AA][i]Not right now, that is. But these guards-[/i][/color]

Jandar was once again startled out of his pondering as a small form almost barrelled into him. The Kaeleeran looked at her with a bemused smile, wondering if she truly was as much of a Black Widow as her looks seemed to indicate. He’d be surprised if she were, honestly; the little old lady didn’t seem cautious enough for it. [color=20B2AA]“No problem, ma’am. Must be hard ta see with all them boxes,”[/color] he said, adopting just a hint of a rougher speech. He’d noticed the distance people had kept from him, so seeming like a genial [i]non[/i]-Aristo traveler may be for the best.

So saying, the Warlord bent down and helped to old woman in picking up the rest of the boxes. [color=20B2AA]“Lemme help carry these?”[/color] he offered, holding perhaps a bit more than half her wares. [color=20B2AA]“Wouldn’t want ta run into a fella again and get knocked over yerself, eh?”[/color] He asked, a playful smile about his lips. Jandar raised both questions at the female, doing his best ‘clueless lad’ impression. Of course, if the lady refused, he’d just return the boxes to her, perhaps easing their weight with craft or some similar subtle assistance.