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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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It did seem sound enough to Denvar, though he wished Faeril or Gen could have not thrown their little fit. The two of them knew far more about Kaeleer than he. Shrugging, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly trying to figure out if there was anything he could add to the conversation and coming up short. Damn Gen for having to bring up Faeril's loss! They didn't have the time for it and watching Faeril from the corner of his eye, she was getting back to herself but he doubted there would be any warmth from the Black Widow to anyone other than Dunny or Thom. [color=Tan]"Well with any luck, we'll get to Kaeleer and be able to find a foot hold there."[/color] His smile was less than convincing, but he tried. Bellinar had disappeared somewhere again and Denvar wasn't about to lie. He was worried about his other brother. Bellinar had grown distant in recent months, his trips out and about growing longer and what he brought back was less. Of course, things were getting worse. Everyone expected that, but Bellinar dismissed it. Was it their blindness that they didn't want to see their brother giving up on their cause so easily? While he would give up, surely he wouldn't give in. That was absurd.

Denvar's train of thought was cut off as the sharp tap of running feet careened into the courtyard. A young looking man with a messenger's satchel was paused in entrance to the inn's courtyard where carriage and a horse or two could be kept. Where their carriage actually was kept. The sandy haired fellow looked to be a cross of the natives to Winton and the Chaillot islanders, a young Warlord not quite in the old enough to be a man but certainly not a boy. "I'm looking for a Lady Fatima? Got a message from some giant winged-" His words cut off as he took in the tension of the yard and two 'winged' figures. "Ah, well, got a message for the Lady." He offered looking about the faces hopeful that one of them would be kind enough to claim it.

The letter, or rather short message, itself was in the scrawl of Xandar's handwriting. [color=crimson][i]'I've gotten an invitation to visit the Lady Alice. I will do some looking around, and see if we can convince her to be our friend.'[/i][/color] It was a brief note, short and concise. Denvar gritted his teeth as he kept his face passive. The fool was doing what? Could they even risk trusting this 'Alice'? A priestess and now a Queen? Oh, he did not like this at all, but arguing what he did and did not like with an Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince wasn't a good idea in the long run.

Elsewhere, Alice was smiling as she played with her bouncy blond curls. "Should I wear the green dress or the blue dress?" She wondered, not really expecting an answer as she looked over at her favored servant with a sultry pout. Well, he was on loan truth be told. Her dear friend Tamerial had made the offer for the exchange of letting one of her Warlords have a pretty little priestess that Alice had kept about. Her mind wiggled about that uncomfortable thought. Now short a priestess if she wanted anything official done, she'd have to go deal with the old hag at her shrine. The Warlord Princes she controlled always cajoled her to visit the woman rather than summoning her. She was a Queen! The Priestess should come to her! Kicking her small feet in irritation, the Queen of Winton glared at her reflection. "I do hope that Eyrien proves entertaining! Why are all the men around here so [i]boring![/i]" The Queen sighed and let her maid finish painting her nails a delicate white. The paint slightly grazing the Queen's skin. "Watch what you are doing you cow-faced wench!" The woman went pale and began stammering apologies as Alice glowered at the servant. "No! No you will not finish! Servant, you do my nails. Bitch? Get out of my sight." She ordered sharply, her already done and perfect hand slapping the maid. Leaving the woman to scurry out the door like a pathetic mouse. "Really, everyone is so [i]useless![/i]"