[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar exhaled loudly in exasperation. [color=20B2AA]“I don’t know what you feel Prince, so I can’t help you there. Believe what you will,”[/color] he concluded. SaDiablo then spoke to Fatima, and though it was all intended for her, Jandar’s eyes narrowed at the mention of a trap. [color=20B2AA]“What trap? Do you mean the…”[/color] he trailed off and pointedly dropped his eyes to stare at the Warlord Prince’s collar for a beat, [color=20B2AA]“or something else?”[/color] he asked, concern sharpening his tone.

Soon after, Dunny revealed the existence of Faeril, and Jandar couldn’t help but groan. [color=20B2AA]“Dunny…The prince won’t want to have anyone ‘look into him’; if anything, he’ll probably just want to dispose of her,”[/color] he explained despairingly. [color=20B2AA]“Also, what do you mean that he can look into her, surely not-?”[/color] he wondered loudly, head swinging to look back at SaDiablo from where he’d been momentarily distracted by the sceltie. The hound had outright said SaDiablo smelled the same as a Black Widow...what other conclusion was to draw but that he was one himself?

Dareen once again attempted to diffuse the situation, but Jandar grimaced, as he didn’t believe it would do much. If SaDiablo was convinced he could feel something, then he likely could. A slight doubt about Faeril began to nibble at the Warlord; he would like to confirm the matter with the woman himself. He didn’t believe he was being manipulated in such a way that he was acting uncharacteristically, but it would explain some things if there had been a ‘lure’ so he was able to meet Fatima so easily in what had at the time seemed a chance encounter. He wouldn’t mind if it hadn’t been, but he would have liked to have been informed as much by Faeril. Not that he was surprised too much if the taciturn woman didn’t deign to waste her time with such trivialities.