Blackout
Sven pulls his hand away from Lexianna. 
"You don't understand. The taxman will be here in the morning. Coin doesn't circulate much in these parts. So we offer tribute. If we don't provide half a day's harvest of fish they'll burn this place to the ground!" Everyone is quiet again. Sven is on his feet. Furm smiles. 
"Sven calm down. The Lady of the Lake is here. She will protect us from the imperialist knights." Furm turns to Sia. "You will won't you?" 
"Maybe she'll protect us tomorrow. But what of the next day? And the next? Even if she stays and fights they'll just keep raising their dead. You've doomed us all!" Sven storms out of the hall. The cheer in the room is dead. Everyone has a grim look of worry. 

Nevermore
Razz is still talking with the Young Hand. It's something to pass time I suppose. Suddenly footsteps being too echo from down the hall. They grow closer and finally The Father enters the room. His ornate silk robes are embellished with gold and diamonds. Extravagant is a mild way to describe his dress. 
"Well, look who decided to show up." I jab. He turns his gaze to me and I can tell he's smiling underneath his extravagant mask. 
"Pardon my hospitality. But I can't have demons running about." The Father says in a calm and smooth voice. It's almost familiar somehow. But from his mention of demons he knows about my heritage. Does that mean he can read existence like Galen? 
"And to what do we owe this visit?" I jab again. He raises his hand at me, open palm, and my body is instant in agony. I writhe as blood comes pouring out of my face. It's over fairly quickly but I'm left reeling. My blood floats in an orb that crystallizes. The Father takes it and turns to leave. 
"That will be all Ms. Rivera."