<br/>For a few moments, Fenris would simply sit in the corner, upon the couch that he had claimed, no words spoken. He'd watch as the Slaugh King left, which was all well and good, since he really had little to say at this point. Eyes would look around the ballroom, watching as all the figures of real interest would make their way out of the ball. And soon it was simply the Goblin King and the countless minor nobles of either court.<br/><br/>For a moment, the drum of the music, the sound of the whispering nobles... all of it seemed to slowly disappear, until the only thing in his awareness was himself.<br/><br/><em>Why did I even bother to show up to this? I could care less which of those spoiled little bitches wins this... as long as the goblins are left alone to do as we have, what else could I care for?</em><br/><br/>For a moment, something would tug at the back of his mind, and he'd jerk his head up, awareness of the ball snapping back into focus almost harshly. And a very slight growl would come from the man's lips... loud enough that the closest of the nobles paled, and suddenly found a reason to go anywhere but where they currently were.<br/><br/>"... fucking sheep..."<br/><br/>The Goblin King would slowly stand, and somehow, it seemed his figure was even larger and more imposing than it had been before... but surely was just a trick of the mind, right? Another harsh growl would come from his lips, and almost as soon as it was released, the Goblin King somehow just... vanished.<br/><br/>Away from the ball, and the courts... to who knew where.