Naviin's rage was so apocalyptic that it took a considerable amount of self restraint for Ranuk not to goad him. The demon had to bite his tongue to stop a vicious smile from curling his maw. Not that he had any malignant plans for his future husband, he just wanted to see the high strung prince snap. Fortunately Ranuk had enough wisdom not to incite Naviin to attack him, not while standing around the freshly signed treaty at least.<br/><br/>Later, perhaps.<br/><br/>Ranuk's eyes flicked to Tamlin instead. His dismay and confusion was understandable, the demon was once a bucther of his people, a monstrous creature barely above a rabid animal in their eyes. The fear was expected, welcomed even. It was only right that the grandson of the slayer of his sire should be afraid. This time, Ranuk could not stop his smile. His gleaming white teeth flashed against his dark gums while his pupils narrowed into needles, leaving his eyes a vast wintery blue. It could hardly be called a friendly expression.<br/><br/>Ranuk would protect the elf with his life and would never actively harm him, but that didnt mean he couldnt have his fun now and then.<br/><br/>Unaware of Ranuk antagonizing the princes, Minas continued in her sly, cheerful voice.<br/><br/>"A rest does sound lovely before your, hmm,<i>generous</i>feast," Minas said, hands clasped together in a pantomime of joy and her smile a near match to her son's.<br/><br/>Once escorted to their rooms, Minas immediately drew a bath, calling up the heated water herself as she was too impatient to let the servants do it.<br/><br/>"Idiots, the lot of them," she huffed in demonic as she sunk into the water. It rankled that the demons could not simply let the shadow people rot away but the looming threat of the High Elves was sinister enough to make bedfellows out of enemies.<br/><br/>Perhaps, one day when all threats were eliminated the demons could rightfully take what was theirs once more, but until then they would have to play nurse maids to stone gremlins. She sighed, and sunk further into the water while Goshnar began to clean the dust from her fur.<br/><br/>The other demons settled to their duties in the room provided, but Ranuk felt oversized against all the small and numerous furniture. After tripping over a third foot stool, he decided he needed to be outside or he might make scrap wood and splinters of the entire place.<br/><br/>He slipped out into the long corridors, stalking through the halls as if he were haunting it, following his nose for traces of fresh air. One of his sons followed him, Ursalo, to be his translator should he be stopped by wary elves.