"Yeah. Pretty hard." Skyrim? As in that silly computer game? But this...This wasn't a computer game. The feel of the rope on his wrists and the smells that assaulted his nose saw to that. Unless they managed to perfect immersion gaming between the time he entered the bar and now. Something he seriously doubted. He would have to tread carefully here. One wrongly asked question and he would be breaking rule number two of this little game he had started. He really didn't want to know the penalties  of doing such a thing. Lucifer doubted they would be anything pleasant.<br/><br/>"You could say that..." He was about to ask why they were all here when he heard the guard yell. Headsman. That didn't sound like it was them being taken in for tea and cupcakes. Quite the opposite in fact.<br/><br/>Roll call list huh? He thought he had left that behind long ago. Hearing the names come off one by one, he wondered if his would be on there. Rule number one was no direct interference, but this wouldn't exactly be direct would it? He waited for his name to be called. He winced as the last name rang out into the air and the man protested his right to be there. Traitors huh? Not even a five minutes into this world and he was already a traitor? This would be interesting to talk his way out of. Or escape from as he saw first hand what happened when one did try to run away. An arrow to the back wasn't exactly how Lucifer wanted to go down.<br/><br/>Though as the man recording informed him that he wasn't on the list, Lucifer had a spark of hope. Until the woman all but dashed that to smithereens. "My mom taught me to be polite to ladies, but I do not believe that included rude ones such as yourself." Rolling his shoulders, he gave a half shrug. "As for my name...Most people don't exactly like it. Sure you want it?"