"Oh is he now?" Minas said as she turned towards the little princeling, her ears perked and grin ever sharp. She looked Tamlin up and down appraisingly. He was the physical embodiment of the treaty, a gleaming symbol of the elf and demon union, and apparently he could sing.<br/><br/>"Oh could you? That would be delightful," she said, simpering, "Ranuk is a great patron of the arts. I am sure he would love to hear you sing."<br/><br/>Minas was not lying, Ranuk was a proponent of the arts, invaluable or otherwise. That was the term demons used, the Invaluable Arts, to describe beauty that was momentary, an experience rather than an object. Music, dance, and story telling, things that demons valued more than fighting and strength.<br/><br/>On top of Ranuk's extensive military career, the demon was also known for the talent of his children. He had raised a great number of the most celebrated artists of the demon kingdom, selecting them carefully for their potential abilities and paying for their lengthy educations. Ursalo was one of them, already recognized for his skill without yet completing his training. It was one of the reasons the snake had been invited and sat at the honored table despite his young age.<br/><br/>Ranuk wiped his maw with the back of his hand and set his boar leg down. It would be a boon if his latest husband could sing and he was curious to the range of elvish voices. He turned towards Tamlin, quiet and expectant.<br/><br/>"Oh, oh do sing something bittersweet. Something mournful and romantic, I want to see what elves cry about," Minas said, every tooth bared.