<strong>The Princes' Box</strong><br/><br/>Asmodeus watches, and is pleasantly surprised to see the huntress accept the offering tipping her cup with dignified grace. Strong, tactful, and bold. The Queen indeed had a worthy successor. Already she's drawn the attention of Eviscerating, the bloodthirsty golem. He'd noted the way the other Princes had sized her up. The foolish ones, those bound to fall within a century or so, eyed her seat with hunger, the wise, with fear and respect. Asmodeus is certain she will prove to be a potent ally and adversary.<br/><br/>The imp returns, bowing and sputtering, "Lord, her grace, b-bids you her thanks, and w-would inform you tha-"<br/><br/>"Silence. It is insulting enough that you should bandy my words so crudely, much less hers." He opens his hand and a long blade flicks open.<br/><br/>"Run." The imp scampers away in a panic, and Asmodeus strokes Phobetor's neck.<br/><br/>"Kill," he murmurs and the bird lifts from his shoulders. Momentarily, a pained scream is heard in the distance.<br/><br/>The matches continue, blood is shed, cheers cried, Asmodeus claps occasionally as combatants meet their end, but his mind is elsewhere. He rises as Phobetor settles back on his shoulder, and walks to Mnemosyne's seat, touching his breast and bowing to the other Princes. His bodyguards stand rigidly at attention, and Phobetor's baleful eyes glare at Vetis. Asmodeus rises.<br/><br/>"The match is over, and it appears the others have deemed us Princes of favor," He makes a gesture towards the other Princes, who glower defiantly at the three, yet make no move towards the slave pens. He nods to Mnemosyne.<br/><br/>"Your mistress would be proud to see her protege held in such high regard. Though I'm sure you know that your reign shall soon be tested." He waves his hand and an ornate silver chair rises up behind him. He sits down in it, crossing his legs.<br/><br/>"But I am boring you and the General with my prattle. I'm sure you are both as anxious as I to proceed. What are your bids?" His eyes wander between Mnemosyne's and Eviscerating's as he waits, stroking a pendant on his chest.