The swashbuckler left, tipping her hat and grinning as she soon made herself scarce.<br/><br/>Ivette hid among the debris, one little critter in tow. She waited for a few moments, quietly anticipating some other wayward little animal to get caught in her trap. ...Elsewhere, aboard the airship 'Limitless', the commissioners looked over a few scrying panes arranged amid the open bridge's view of the horizon. "So... Do you think we've waited long enough?" One of the commissioners asked. Mayor Daldmeyer nodded with a smile as he pet Algernon in his arms, "No sense in keeping them waiting..." He went over to the edge of the bridge, looking over the railing at the sight below.<br/><br/>On the bottom of one airship, a hanger opened... a few griffons flew out, eager to be free of such a dark and cramped place. They were corralled by a ring of airships surrounding Old Town. On the ground, men working for the Mass Games unleashed all manner of exotic and fearsome beast. From worgs to manticore, chuul and otyugh. The members of the commission quickly made themselves scarce.<br/><br/>An announcer's voice echoed through from up above, "And now we present to you... the second phase! Monsters have been released into Old Town. They are your competition! Each one should have a collar on its neck with the amount its' worth, remove enough of them and you'll win! Save the little ones! Kill the monsters!"<br/><br/>Ivette's hiding place wasn't very good... Someone more skilled than her crept up, someone who made his living off of this sort of thing, sneaking up on unsuspecting ladies. He was a member of the Union's team, a male goblin with a penchant for mischief. He was crouching behind her with a devilish grin as he took a sliver of broken wood and slowly started to lift her robe up her legs, seeing just how much he could get away with.<br/><br/>Before he could get very far, a dire boar trotted out of an alleyway in front of them both. It snorted, and then shook its head. The beast didn't seem to notice Ivette as it soon found an abandoned wagon full of unsold and spoiled vegetables. It was good enough for the pig, and it started to root through the piles with its nose and tusks to find something worth its time.