[h2]The Peanut Gallery[/h2]

There was a polite clap at the back of the room, the demonic onlooker straightening from her slouch against the wall. "Bravo, Iron Roses! This [i]was[/i] an exciting evening. You thwarted an assassination, hunted down the one that ordered it, [i]and[/i] did it without a single innocent casualty." There was a brief pause while she cocked her head, "Well, there was Alfrid, but he was looking for this."

There was the sound of cracking knuckles as the red-skinned girl stretched her arms overhead, before pouting, "Though, couldn't you have been sloppier? You lost me a bet, I was [i]so[/i] sure Damon's plans were going to backfire. Now I owe him even more."

"Well, I'll be excited to see what you're up to next. Cheerio~"

And with a deep purple shimmer, the demon was gone.