Ashkevron Residence in Askavi
When the other warlord appeared on the kitchen, Mikhail thought that the situation that happened a while ago would repeat itself, but fortunately for everyone in the room, this new warlord seemed to be think more with his brains and less with his muscles. His appearance was a clear indication that he had just woken up and other than a brief stare towards Mikhail and the other two newcomers, he did nothing more. That was until he opened his mouth...
After seeing the cold and penetrating look Mikhail gave to Belor, he said that it would be better to hear instead of Mikhail trying to turn others to ice. Despite his small joke, Mikhail could feel the veiled threat on his tone and especially the last statement, when he said that Faeril did that with an efficacy he couldn't match.
Mikhail's eyes didn't change. The tension was still in the air, especially with one more warlord appearing on the kitchen. Mikhail didn't know if there were more or if he was the last one, but things were starting to get dangerous for him. Despite his prowess, abilities and his experience in killing, he was still just one guy. And fighting against many warlords without the element of surprise wasn't something that Mikhail would try. He never liked in leaving things on Lady Luck's hands.
Surprisingly enough, Fatima's presence there seemed to have an extremely effective calming aura. Her calm, warm smile and her soothing voice discouraged any hostile intention others could have when looking at her. According to Fatima's words as she left Mikhail's side to greet the warlord who had just woken up, Gen, there was another male sleeping in that house. Lucivar. By the way she was talking about him though, it sounded that he was much more reasonable than the other ones.
When she walked towards Mikhail again, presenting him as a 'friend', he couldn't help but let out a discreet smile and a chuckle. It was still strange to hear that word being said so casually by Fatima. He wondered if she would still use it if she knew what he did as a job.
When they finally got back to the kitchen again, much to Fatima's surprise, someone had already taken care of the burnt pancake, going as far as to clear everything. After expressing her surprise with that, she asked everyone to sit down and wait for the breakfast with the same energy and kindness on her voice.
It was admirable how she was dealing with that situation. Even with such a heavy atmosphere and tension in the air, she not even once lost the smile in her face or raised her voice. Sitting down as far as he could from the other warlords and as near as he could from Fatima, Mikhail simply observed in silence. Even though Faeril seemed to hold more authority than Fatima on that house, Fatima was still really respected and if she didn't want a fight, it was highly unlikely it would happen... After all... if she wasn't there, Mikhail was certain that the other warlords and himself would be already fighting...