Normally, at this point, Shyka would appear, and immediately launch into their role... but he didn't appear. Judging from their shifting, both Magdh, and the Lost Prince seemed bothered by this, casting uneasy glances around the glade.<br/><br/>And then the glade grew bright, as an enormous sphere of flame manifested among them. "What's this? More actors come to play upon the stage? Or my own siblings, come interfere where they do not belong? And you, the star of my show! Have you grown so bored of this story, that you must seek entertainment elsewhere? That simply will. Not. Do." His mask shifts, from one of disappointment, to one of glee. "I think--"<br/><br/>"I think you are not welcome here, Laughing Lie," Magdh said, arms crossed, as she stared him down, his mask changing from glee to an exaggerated frown. "This is not your realm, and this is not your deal to interfere with. This is a favor owed, and a favor granted. Even you would not be fool enough to interfere."<br/><br/>The Lantern King stared at her for a moment, before turning his 'back' to her, to focus on Devaguea and Nyrissa again. "Do not think this will go unnoticed, nor unpunished. The land is a reflection of the king - and I am going to break you both."<br/><br/>The lord of wisps vanished with an unsettling laugh, the glade returning to its normal light level. The group of them barely have time enough to sigh, though, before Shyka arrives. "All present and accounted for? Good, good. Step forth, supplicant, and tell tale of your victories," they said, currently in the guise of a blonde, Ulfen woman, hair in an elaborate braid.