Now that Minha’s attention was fully drawn to the Demon she could easily recognize it for what it was.  The Malfean Native was certainly a demon who reveled in chaos and mischief of all kinds.  Naturally a party like this was not something it could ignore, so many opportunities to cause trouble, and so much fun she could find herself in!<br/><br/>“Stole them out of a Karal’s desk some years ago, been saving them for a special occasion!  If you ask me, stolen booze is the best kind of booze!”<br/><br/>She punctuated her exclamation with raucous laughter.  It was almost exactly what Minha wanted, a nice, flavorful brandy—certainly very potent as well.  Likely it was stowed in the Karal’s study for times when he was frustrated and needed to relax.  It was quite the fortune that it would just happen to find itself into Minha’s hand.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The burned Infernal (no pun intended) made more a show of being angry and intimidating than he seemed to be worth.  The fact that Serpent didn’t recognize this particular Infernal meant that he likely wasn’t very powerful at all, little more than a fledgling fresh from the Chrysalis.  His large, verdigris brass wavecleaver was held ready at his side, white knuckles gripping it in fury.  Sound and fury, signifying nothing.<br/><br/>“<em>It’s almost embarrassing</em>,” a familiar rumbling voice echoed in Serpent’s mind.  The joining of demon and Infernal was a mutually beneficial situation in some cases, though it was not without its drawbacks.  The Teodozija Coadjutator gained a sense of independence and personality apart from its collective hive mind, but could no longer directly access that mind.  Still the creature’s knowledge was extensive, and it was an ever vigilant companion.  “<em>A master of the Green Flames of Malfeas gets burned by a little Fire Aspect woman, and now he’s having a hard time deciding whether to go back in again…pathetic.</em>”<br/><br/>It wasn’t easy to see, but thin tendrils of smoke trickled from within the tents.  Perhaps some small fire inside was what had been holding the Infernal at bay.  He seemed to regain his composure as he finally pushed his way past the veiled entrance to whatever was inside.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Teodozija looked up as Sonneillion flew away and slowly turned its attention back to Roman whom it addressed with that same low, rumbling voice, “There are palanquins available for the Princes and their wards, we can show you the way and lend you their use.”<br/><br/>As Sonneillion flew over the city walls and streets and buildings, it was easy to see how similar the landscape now mimicked the terrain of Hell.  It seemed more natural now to see demons walking the streets than it was to see humans moving like little ants down below.  Like a star shooting through the sky he caught the attention of many below.<br/><br/>One of the more interesting beings that looked up in Sonneillion’s direction was one of the slaves that was being led towards the gathering by a Neomah holding a thin, almost string-like, chain of silver which led beneath the hem of a knee-length skirt he wore.  He was slim, almost effeminate, but with a finely formed athletically toned body.  His skin was pale white, his hair an ice-blue.  It seemed likely he was either an Air Aspected Dragon-Blood, or a mortal with the right genetic traits who had not yet exalted.