<span style="color: #8040FF">The horse from which Famine rode eagerly trotted through the courtyard, happy to be away from the smells of public. Famine in particular was happy with the haul today. A single slave was not a great amount, but a good many more actually had metals and baubles to spare for their taxes. They lined his neck and fingers, bringing a lovely weight to his body that he longed for, now lined with jewels and gems from around the world. Dismounting, he made his way towards the main chambers, but spotted his compatriot, Death, not far within. Calling out to him, he didn't wait for an answer making his way towards the horseman.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">The air in the Outer Ring was ripe with the smell of the dead and dying, and it lifted Death's spirits. The Apocalypse was going well for the Horsemen, which meant it was going badly for the rebellion, and that didn't bode well with him. Meetings with his spy were scarce, and meetings with the commander were rarer still. The last he had heard, the rebellion was starving. It had been a bad month for the food producers, and Famine's taxes were as harsh as ever. He would have to<br/>strike a deal with him, Death knew, appealing to his sense of greed. "Speak of the devil..." he muttered when Famine hailed him. <br/><br/>"Hello, Famine. I see you've had a successful tax day." Death said as the other Horseman approached. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">"Successful as always you wretch." Famine chuckled. "What business have you here?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Death smirked. "Wretch? Says the man that takes firstborn. As for my business, I like to walk the walls. Only War's men go up there, and they give me a wide berth. The sweet smell of sickness cheers me."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">"I prefer the smell of rot but to each there own my friend. Where is conquest and her pet today? I would imagine she'd like a report."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"The Queen Bitch and that insufferable fool of hers are likely in the palace, arguing over one matter or another. She seeks to deny me my very nature outside of the Outer Ring, yet that slack jawed loon lops off heads as he pleases."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">Famine chuckles and pats the mans shoulder warmly. "You take them too seriously Death. Without you our whole endeaver would fall to peaces. Besides, they may hold the visible power but we both know who controls the lives her her men eh?" A wide grin played across Famines face, as he strolled past Death calmly." I'll see you on my way out friend. Have to be courteous to our earliest brethren after all."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Aye, we could end humanity ourselves without these human skin. I may as well accompany you, as I'm sure whatever is going on at court will be amusing. Besides, I have a matter to discuss with you." Death hurried after him as they passed into the Lower Ring.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">"Suit yourself, just don't get 'em angry again. I've had a good day today."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Me? Never," Death said, putting on his best innocent face.</span>