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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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The weather was as clear and sunny as it had been the day before, with the faint sound of the sea and the smell of the surf refreshing the air. Winton's streets had the general streams of people going about their business though they were quick about it. The streets looking a bit untidy from the trash that bordered the gutters of the street and the littered the path. In truth, there was an air of tired nervousness to Winton. The windows of several shops Jandar and Sybl passed were slightly dirty, the wares they could see through the window below the standard level of quality someone would sell to the nobility. Of course, this was commonplace for Sybl. The Warlord Prince had heard of the gifts the merchants had given the Queen and her ladies, the little trinkets that the ladies had acquired. Let along smelled some of them when one particular foolish girl did not remove the theft disk and filled Alice's parlor with the smell of rotten cabbage. The Queen had been beyond furious and banished the girl from her sight. It had been nearly a year ago and no one had made such a mistake again. In fact, thefts from the shops had gone down after the fiasco since the ladies were worried someone might curse them with worse. Still, as those about spied the Queen's servant they ducked their heads and hurried quickly out of the way of the two men. It was generally not good to bring attention to yourself around someone who could very well give the wrong impression to the flighty Queen. But as they continued through town towards the inn the districts became less wealthy, their windows proving a bit cleaner and people were less keen to hurry from Sybl's sight- at least until they recognized him.

The way back to the town from the Dark Gate, Gennar hardly said much. Instead the Eyrien warrior had a perplex look on his face as though he was torn between keeping his tongue in check and wanting to throttle an old woman for suggesting the hope for his land do something so dangerous. Let alone put the Black Widow and Healer in his charge in such a dangerous situation. Giving a strangled cough as a cart rolled past them kicking up the dry dust of the road. This section of town was as busy as the aristo district was not. People were hurrying about their work and hawking their wares as the group passed through the market where Jandar had first run into the priestess. But thankful with Gennar's size and race people gave the trio a rather wide berth, not wanting to draw the ire of an Eyrien warrior. 

The courtyard of the inn was calm from the street as Fatima found the door opening and Denvar and Dareen toasting each other with glasses of some amber beverage. Looking up at the newly arrived group, Denvar smiled a beaming grin at his brother that showed far too many teeth to be friendly. [color=Tan]"So, Lady Fatima, how did it go? Are we set to explore the legendary realm of Kaeleer or need we muddle about this port and take up piracy?"[/color] He gave the Queen a boyish grin that did not match his massive size. [color=Tan]"I promise, I'll make one person walk the plank each day. Yar har har."[/color] In truth, he was trying to distract himself from the old memories of his father and wanting to strangle Gen for the hurtful words the man had casted at Faeril.

It was scant minutes after Gen had pulled out a chair for Fatima and was urging the Queen to sit in it, when the door opened again. Looking up at the sight of two people, Denvar and Gennar both stepped in front of the strangers. Shielding Fatima from sight, as they narrowed their eyes at two figures til the bright light of the sun dimmed enough for them to make out Jandar. Now the two Eyriens glowered at Sybl. The handsome man registering as a threat. [color=FireBrick]"Who is your guest, Lord Jandar?"[/color] The formal title and wording was a challenge as the Green Jeweled Warlord- Gen- spread his wings slightly, seeming larger in the small inn's eatery. [color=FireBrick]"We were not expecting company."[/color] While at odds with his brother, Denvar eyed the stairs hoping Faeril would not pick this time to come down them and they would keep one ace up their sleeve.