[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
[color=20B2AA]“As expected of a sea town,”[/color] Jandar nodded amiably. He had no idea what the witch had meant by ‘gifts’ but didn’t dare ask about it and come across as ignorant, since the way she said it, it seemed to be common knowledge. [color=20B2AA]“I must try some good seafood recipe when I get the occasion, then. Any recommendations?”[/color] After her answer, Jandar noted Fatima and Sybl left the premises, and excused himself. [color=20B2AA]“Ah, lovely talk, but My Lady seems to be finished, and I must leave as well. Thank you for the chat,”[/color] he nodded in goodbye and exited the shop, looking for the escaped duo.

[color=20B2AA]“Dareen? Did you see where they went? They just left all of a sudden a–”[/color] Jandar stopped mid speech as he received Fatima’s mental message. [color=20B2AA]“That fucking snake, he lured her somewhere as soon as he learned of her helpful nature,”[/color] he hissed, enraged. The Warlord was as angry at himself as he was at both Sybl and Fatima, the former for having taken his Lady and the latter for being still so damnably reckless. [color=20B2AA]“I’m going after them,”[/color] he growled. Of course, since they were using a sight shield – and, not that he knew about it, also flying – that would be a tad difficult. He concentrated on the connection between him and his Queen, and attempted to follow. He had a tight hold on his Craft as well; if he sensed the sight shield and got an opportunity to break it, he would do so.