[color=crimson][i][b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Chatting up diplomats and representatives were getting to be a bore, as well as repetitive. While it was always good to get news around the world, after a while the request became streamlined. Funding for projects, a promise of more mages, advice for leadship, etc etc. Frankly, Lucilia wasn't really the best person to ask. She's been saying and doing stuff largely the same the past few years. Vampires tend to be a very single-minded people, and can devote their time to a cause for a long time. Helps that they're immortal and only need human blood to drink. Speaking of vampires, Lucilia noticed that one of them managed to get to Ovak.

Shaltear Yzarc, Baroness of the Waking Sea. Also one of the 10 Vampire Warlords of Djarkel, sitting at number eight. The Waking Sea not only had a sizable hold over the coastal region of Djarkel, controlling a sizable navy as well as the ocean market, but had the greatest convert chance among the vampire clans. While most vampires have about a 50/50 chance of intentionally spreading vampirism, the Waking Sea vampires have increased that chance to about 4/5, give or take. This concerned Lucilia because she simply has no idea how they do it, and it most certainly isn't virtually, as it's normally done, nor through the usual ritual for Aarem's blessing. It was some third-party method, and that didn't sit well with Lucilia. While she doubts it has anything to do with Kudd (The Waking Sea has had this method for well over 400 years, long before Lucilia even became a vampire), the fact it's still a secret to her now is disconcerting. At least the Waking Sea is an ally of the college, for what it's worth anyways.

As Lucilia watched the two interact she noticed Ovak whispering into his hand. She spotted a glimpse of purple and recognized it for what it was. A little arcane contraption of his, where he makes his voice take physical form to give to the teachers or others. Typically password protected and used whenever he needs to say something private to someone, but is in no condition to say it personally. Which only reminded Lucilia that he should really be in bed right now. Either way, the way Ovak called for Grey's attention and glanced over to her told Lucilia that Ovak intended to give the coin to her. Lucilia could put two-and-two together and knew Ovak needed her for some reason, but couldn't leave Shaltear alone. It was only after realizing this that Lucilia remembered that Waking Sea showed up in the reports on one of the student's missions. Now things were starting to make sense, and it only added more headache to Lucilia. Now would be a good time for her to go to sleep, but alas.

Not wanting Grey to protest and make a fool of himself, Lucilia called over one of the nearby servants. [color=crimson]"Go get Grey for me. I have need of his service."[/color] Thus the servant obediently went to fetch the guardsman, doing his very best not to bother Shaltear or Ovak in the process. Lucilia waited somewhat sternly, almost angry, but it was just the result of having to juggle many tasks at once. More vultures were on their way to speak to Lucilia, so she'd need to make full use of Grey's body.

[color=a187be][i][b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Having arrived at the courtyard, now in a more sober state the Eania girl could see all the wonders and festivities it had to offer. Games, booths, works of art, even in the night they were bright and amazing. Annabeth wanted to see it all, but she needed to find Khan first. As she looked around, Colette had to leave to deal with something. Whatever that something was, it involved Ssarak, Meirin, and for some reason Tyrael and Lyn (Who were at least nearby). While she didn't really question it, Annabeth did hope Colette knew what she was doing.

Leith arrived, and noticing the strange scene unfold, asked Annabeth if she knew anything about it. She could only give a dismissive shrug. [color=a187be]"Can't say I do. I could read their minds and figure it out, but... I think whatever it is, it's been dealt with. Maybe we could head over and check things out?"[/color] But as she was saying that, Satori arrived (On a bear no less) and seemed to personally greet the woman Colette and Ssarak were speaking to. Feeling that a large enough crowd as formed, Annabeth opted not to involve herself. [color=a187be]"I think they're fine. Let's go find Khan and maybe we can meet back up with them later."[/color] 

Turning away from the scene, Annabeth grabbed Leith by his demon hand and began to pull him towards the other parts of the festival. [color=a187be]"C'mon, we have to find Khan! Let's hurry, we might have missed him!"[/color]

[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

Tyrael watched with paternal pride as Lyn (And Meirin) walked up onto the carousel. Although he had no hand in it's creation, he felt oddly proud to see the little girl up there. Perhaps it was just his way of reminding himself that his life isn't all violence and demons. Once Lyn was settled in Tyrael went over to the operator, since it was his demons that were now powering the contraption. [b]"Now, all you need the demons to do is move, yes?"[/b] The operator nodded his head; they first go slowly, then pick up the speed about about two minutes in. They slow down the last minute and come to a stop. The entire ride is suppose to last five minutes total. Tyrael scoffed at this notion. He wanted Lyn to ride for at least ten. The operator insisted that they only do it for five minutes since they need to give others a chance, but Tyrael convinced the operator otherwise by mentioning how it's Tyrael's demons pulling the weight. And just to sweeten the deal, Tyrael also pulled out yet another gaudy golden dagger for "Donation". [b]"I will give you gold or steel. Your decision."[/b]

The operator was willing to let the ride go for ten minutes this time. He merely wished to fill up all the vacate spots first, as there was still eleven seats (Since Meirin wasn't taking one) to fill. After getting informed of what was happening, the fine-clothed man at the podium continued to advertise the Carousel's service, mentioning that this one will be a special ride lasting longer than usual, but only once all spots are taken.

Was Tyrael continued to wait, he heard a snow elf ask about how the demons were controlled. Tyrael almost felt offended that the snow elf wouldn't ask him. It's almost as if he didn't notice Tyrael summoning the demons through an Inferno Portal, or the fact that Tyrael was practically a demon himself. [b]"Fear, intimidation, violence, and mortals souls. That's how you control demons."[/b] Of course that was a gross oversimplification and not even how Tyrael controls his demons most of the time (Though he does it often enough that he can say it honestly), but perhaps this would be enough to get the elf's attention.

[color=f6989d][i][b][center]Satori[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Once Satori was out of the dinning hall, Satori had used her powers to call one of the animal servants to come assist her, specifically a bear. Riding the beast as if it was a horse Satori had the creature make it's way to the courtyard, as it was far faster than walking in heels. The beast went fast, yet despite that Satori sat firmly on it's back. None dare get in the way of a charging bear and less of Satori, who used her telepathy or warn others in advance of her approach. Eventually she arrived to the courtyard and garnered many stares (As she's wont to do) and easily found Ssarak, Keri, and surprisingly Colette. 

[color=f6989d]"Keri..."[/color] Satori's old friend. She never thought she'd see the little girl here and... Like this. Like a vampire. Staring intently at the girl Satori reached into Keri's mind to discover what had happened to her. Satori discovered what had happened to Keri's family, the fate she suffered while getting here, the what had been ailing her this entire time. She knew what Colette had done for her, and Satori intends to repay that favor back as soon as she can. But right now Satori and Keri needed time to catch up. And figure out what to do with her vampirism. 

Getting off the bear Satori ordered the beast to wait while she approached her friend. Keri was still shorter than Satori was. Smiling, Satori went and gave Keri a strong hug before getting a good look at her. [color=f6989d]"You've come a long way from home Keri! Come, let's go somewhere private and talk about what you've been doing. Ssarak, thank you for watching Keri here. You should go back to enjoying the festival."[/color] Satori went back to her bear, mounting on top of it while giving Keri space to sit behind her. To make sure Keri understood what Satori was requesting, she even patted the spot behind her. [color=f6989d]"Don't worry, I'll make sure he goes slowly. Just hold on tight."[/color]

[i][b][center]Shaltear Yzrac[/center][/b][/i]

When Grey so rudely interrupted her, Shaltear did not hesitate to mouth off at him. [color=firebrick]"Oh? The Archmage has no time for diplomatic matters? And I suppose you'll speak on his behalf about how your students slaughtered one of my guard patrols under some impression that they were bandits? And I'm sure you can also explain to me why they burned down an important bridge route all caravans need to cross in order to reach the college, the same route we had to go around due to the fact it's not only be destroyed, but it appears that the field beyond it has been burnt into ashes. As if Djarkel didn't have enough problems with demons, renegades, and other barons, now it seems like the college wants to spread the misery. Do you think you have a solution to that, Mr. guardsman?"[/color]

As soon as she finished saying her piece, Ovak came over to try to smooth things over. Shaltear merely crossed her arms and looked at the archmage. Despite his infinite power, Shaltear and everyone else knew that the Archmage rarely ever used that power to enforce his opinion. There was no question that he alone could be a match for all of Djarkel combined, but the fact he refuses to raise his hand against them just made the barons confident to confront him directly, more so when one of his people has done them wrong. 

[color=firebrick]"No doubt you know what I'm speaking of, Archmage, so I demand answers. Djarkel has enough problems between it's petty civil wars and the demon uprising that our forces are spread thin. I had volunteered some of my men to protect the lands of my allies, and what do I find out in one of my reports? That the sole survivor of one group distinctively remembering an Eysire, a monk, a half-elf, and Yarosmere warrior, and a child, escorting a caravan attacked them, mistaking them as bandits of all things. Each one but the captain himself, slaughtered, and the captain himself barely alive. The caravan master himself has "Mysteriously" no recognition of the event himself. So what exactly happened to my soldiers, Archmage? And what do I tell their wives, children, and siblings, who now must find new ways to support themselves now that their husbands, fathers, and brothers have been murdered in the line of duty?"[/color]

Despite the rage and fury of her words, Shaltear herself never raised her voice. It was almost as if this was normal for her. Whether this meant she was used to people killing her soldiers or she was merely trying to look strong, it was hard to read. But she was giving Ovak a look saying that she demands satisfaction. Anything less meant trouble. Such was a woman's scorn.