"Clockwork." Reign laughed softly, as she reentered the main room in time to hear Michi's wonder, dark fantasy come to life. She hung on every word as she leaned against a table, this time, without a glass of amber to toss back. When the intriguing woman finished with a vague ending, Reign added, "I would have loved to be a fly on the wall in that scene. Or the camera person, maybe even the second monster in the tale." Her brows lifted with her shrugging shoulders as she lifted her weight off the table.<em>Yawning</em>, from her little nap.<br/><br/>She craned her head over at Mar and asked, "Was anyone in the mood to go hunting for those zombie turkeys now?" Her chin pointing to the leather bags some of the guests chose as their party favors; full of pirate swords, butcher knives, harvesting scythes and throwing daggers.