<strong>Location:</strong>Feast Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>The swirl of crimson soul-light flowing around Lover draws Samaro a quick two steps backwards from the still-reclining Exalt, balancing on the balls of his feet; when he finally decides she's not going to lurch forward and start a'murdering people, he slowly starts relaxing.  Slowly.  He opens his mouth to offer comment, finds himself speechless, then-- hearing Chorgath's explanation-- takes another measured step away, clears his throat, and then seems to satisfied by his regained ability to speak when needed.<br/><br/><strong>"Such attenuations are not unknownst to me,"</strong>Willing Suicides muses a bit more softly than he had been speaking before, bringing an black-encased hand to tap speculatively at his chin.<strong>"Yet I would confess: this hast been the first time I hast seen a Scourge of Hell respond with anything aside violence to such disruptions of their peace with mine own eyes.  If I may enquire, maiden, I have not heard thy voice once yet since thy arrival: hast thou sworn some vow, or could this be further pursuit of thy silence.?"</strong><br/><br/>Attentive eyes on the servants might notice that they seem to have been briefed on contingencies: most of them withdrew almost immediately to a safe-ish distance when anima fire began burning.  One of the braver girls is now bringing Howls Skyward the wine he's asked for: another pair of wine cups.  Howls seems ignorant of the soul-light's relevance, gaze affixed at nothing in particular while he silently munches on locusts.  It's not until he raises his fingers to snap the servant along that he notices there's no sound coming from them.<br/><br/>Almost perversely intrigued by this change of events, Howls continues to snap his fingers again and again, astounded that they are no longer producing noise.  Polishing the last of the locusts off, he takes the wine cup, a long pull from the wine cup, and continues soundlessly snapping.