The final creature screamed and fought valiantly when Mo’grin plucked it from the leafy tomb. A bit of slobber sliding down the Hutt’s mouth when he swallowed the last one with a satisfying crunch and end of the scream. Elegantly the Cathar slave wiped away the slobber before turning to the gathering.<br/><br/>“Our esteem host bids his hunters a fine journey and profitable end. He hopes you enjoy the festivities and delights of his court and they are yours as much as his while being a guest here.”<br/><br/>She gave her best smile but in truth it was a weary exercise that saw her turn away quickly and attend to his Master. The skiff for its part remained in motion for several more hours. The intent seeming to be a beautiful spectacle of the dying suns and their descent. Yet by this time the party had devolved in drunken debauchery so that few could look up to the natural beauty of the planet.<br/><br/>When finally the vessel came to rest most were exhausted and remained where they lay with their illustrious host snoring on his dais. A small beetle slipping from of the container he held before in an effort to escape.<br/>