[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar glanced at Fatima in obvious annoyance at her interruption. Anger warred with concern, and if she were in a better state, he would be outraged at her saying there was ‘no need’ for them to rush yet that there [i]was[/i] a ‘need’ for [i]her[/i] to follow a presumed enemy [i]by herself[/i]. Of course, based on how meek Sybl was being at the moment, maybe he wasn’t so much Alice’s man as Jandar had initially thought, but they [i]couldn’t have known that[/i]. So, when he spoke to her, his tone was inevitably colder than he’d usually wish it to be with her. [color=20B2AA]“We will discuss the matter when you are in a better state, my Lady,”[/color] he stated, voice sharp yet detached, carrying none of the heat that momentarily sparked in his gaze.

Regardless, he turned to the Prince and inclined his head. [color=20B2AA]“Yes, I do believe you met us when we were pretending to be relatives,”[/color] he admitted, since he was near certain SaDiablo was aware they’d been lying about the nature of their relationship. Now that he thought about it, he once again wore the make-up that would make him seem a Hyllian. He couldn’t help but wonder if the Warlord Prince sensed something off about that too. Jandar wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. [color=20B2AA]“I assure you, however, that the guise was meant for the general populace rather than you specifically, Prince,”[/color] he added placatingly, keeping his hands where they were held aloft for now. As paranoid as the man in front of him was, he was sure to take any such deception very personally.

Then the rest of their company arrived, including Dunny, who cheerfully communicated to everyone how he’d been the one to follow the tracks. Under other circumstances, Jandar would have been smugly amused, but as it was, he was mostly relieved – the presence of a Sceltie might show SaDiablo that they weren’t the enemies he was apparently taking them as. [color=20B2AA]“I believe we are, Dareen, though I’m not sure everyone here realizes that,”[/color] he pointedly glanced at Mikhail and SaDiablo.

With a bemused head-shake, he addressed the black jeweled male once again. [color=20B2AA]“Prince…I see you still believe we are under some sort of a spell. But the connection we feel to our Queen is as genuine as yours is,”[/color] he stated, gazing at him seriously. At this point, it was rather obvious that SaDiablo felt the call to Fatima; otherwise, he wouldn’t be wrapped around her at all, much less so protectively. [color=20B2AA]“I admit, certain events have been rather convenient, including the way I initially met her, for example. However, would you not call that Fate?”[/color] he inquired, one brow rising quizzically.

Giving the man a moment to contemplate, Jandar continued. [color=20B2AA]“After all, we found you here, once again in very unlikely circumstances. Instead of a trap, what awaited us was another potential ally. You may not know this yet, but we intend to depart for Kaeleer, and the local Priestess of Winton had proclaimed that she would help us through the realms only if we brought you along. And here you are. Convenient, yet it might work in your favour as well, no?”[/color] he explained, finishing with another question.