[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar was very appreciative of the fact that the inn had been emptied; one of the brothers must have sensed something was going on. He sensed SaDiablo’s poor mood, but lingered nearby – not so close he’d get scolded, hopefully. He kept an eye on Fatima, who was still being carried by Sybl. He listened to the conversation between Faeril and SaDiablo with his arms crossed over his chest, gaze flicking from person to person.

[color=20B2AA]“So it is true,”[/color] he concluded, not surprised by this point, just affirming the matter. [color=20B2AA]“Personally, I do not mind. Your work assured that I have met my true queen, and without it, I doubt I would have got anywhere near as close to my goals as I am now,”[/color] he briefly glanced at the black jeweled Warlord Prince at his side. [color=20B2AA]“Besides, as we are now presumably united in the desire to cross over to Kaeleer, this is necessary. I suggest you let Faeril and the Prince settle their issues themselves. He will not cooperate otherwise, and we will once again be doomed to flee due to Alice’s interference,”[/color] he explained.
 
Of course, he would have preferred had Faeril told them the truth initially, but he understood why she hadn’t done so. Jandar was also aware that the others may perceive this as a great breach of trust – the paranoid SaDiablo certainly did. In turn, the Eyrien brothers sensed his hostility and wished to shield Faeril from his wrath. Jandar sighed. He had said what he had to say, but he wasn’t sure it would be enough to convince the others.