Cernunnos watched the goblin enter, instinct drawing the attention of one predator to another. His lips quirked in a brief smile of amusement.<em>Likely he is about as welcome as I.</em>he thought, letting his gaze slowly travel around the room.<em>I am respected ... feared .. but welcomed? Heh. Seldom that. Even amongst the Unseelie, they seek my council as infrequently as they can. But now ...</em><br/><br/>His gaze travelled around the room again.<em>But now, with the Goddess herself telling them what must be, they will seek power, alliance ... more?</em>His hand rose, adjusting the golden torc that ringed his neck, musing.<em>I wonder if the Princesses will seek me out, or send handmaids to gain my favour instead.</em><br/><br/>He raised the goblet he held and took a drink. The wine inside was near as dark as the clothing he wore, green so dark it was almost black, well fitted trousers, and a cloak pinned at his shoulder, over a soft tunic. Knee high boots and an ornate buckled belt completed his garb.<br/><br/><em>Still, let us see what we shall see.</em>he thought, content for the moment to wait and see who would come to seek him out.