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[center]The Inn[/center]

	Dareen eyes widened, pursing her lips, as Fatima made her thoughts clear. That wasn't my fault, was it? Dareen thought. It was a little funny hearing such crude language come out of a Queen. Thom had elected to stay by her side, and she couldn't blame him. She had taken a liking to the kid, even though that was normally something she didn't do. Hopefully he wasn't planning on looking up to her.

	He asked a question, and Jandar answered pretty succinctly. A practical response. [color=c4df9b]"And, killing the heads of state alone doesn't get rid of the power structures they created to support them. If that makes any sense. Ruling a country requires more than just one person. If we're gonna do this, we gotta do it the right way."[/color] She added. 

	Nonetheless, things got quickly underway. Things were tense, but Faeril emerged from Saetan's entry into her mind unharmed, if worse for wear. Dareen exhaled.

	Then, Saetan brought up what was keeping him here. Dareen scoffed, rolling her eyes. [color=c4df9b]"Oh, just genocide? Not a big deal." [/color]She said sarcastically, crossing her arms. [color=c4df9b]"Rotten bitch."[/color] She murmered under her breath. The others seemed to think it was a necessary sacrifice. [color=c4df9b]"Well-"[/color] Dareen sat up straight, glancing around at the others. [color=c4df9b]"There's gotta be another way, right? Can't we trick her? Make her think the Black is still here?"[/color] She offered.