The eleven men stood, anticipating the arrival of the missing three that the table was set for, quietly conversing with each other and admiring the slave girls that would be serving them.The eleven men stood, anticipating the arrival of the missing three that the table was set for, quietly conversing with each other and admiring the slave girls that would be serving them. The Dark Lord noticed that Morgan was kneeling perfectly, even if her bound hands were clenched into angry little fists behind her back. It would be amusing to watch her during the interplay tonight. Moments later, Balkar arrived, escorting King Fionn and Sir Edward. The company was seated with a simple motion of their host's hand, a casual show of dauntless supremacy which mortified Sir Edward. Introductions followed, and the Dark Lord watched the reaction slyly. The Tavectans had probably never seen a real hobgoblin before, and Generals Garza and Oakleaf hid their scowls poorly under the formality, as if sensing a new enemy. Dara, at the end of the table, moved to the wooden panel at a snap of her master's fingers and signalled the cooks to send up the food. |