<em>The entrance to the Slaugh suite was darkness. It was the darkness of a cave that had never known the intrusion of sunlight, with rough hewn stone walls. The air seemed to move strangely, faint gusts as if something were passing close by .. perhaps close enough to touch.<br/><br/>Downwards the stone floor led, twisting and turning, rising and falling, but always, ever downwards, til it felt like the bowels of the earth surrounded you, the crushing pressure of thousands of tons of stone overhead. And the darkness waited. And watched.</em><br/><br/>Cernunnos stalked through the suite, a faint smile on his face as he breathed in the mingled scents of a midnight forest. In the deepest shadows his kin rustled, and spoke quietly, sibilant whispers just above the threshold of hearing.<br/><br/>The chamber held a stone table that looked as if some screaming form should be stretched across it, while a knife glinted in the air above. Instead it help a profusion of food and drink, and a single candle flickered, trying in vain to drive back the darkness, but instead only defining it all the more.<br/><br/><strong>"When the Princess arrives, she is to be accorded all honour."</strong>Cernunnos said, inspecting the table and it's contents.<strong>"I will tolerate no disrespect. Now, prepare. She will be here soon."</strong>