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My, discord amongst their captors already? Not long until their whole operation collapsed then, he wagered, satisfied with both the show and the fresh blood upon his tongue. 

Careful not to make accidental eye-contact with the aquatic woman — lest she turn her distasteful glee towards [i]him [/i]— Cedess let his gaze glide over to the druid. She seemed to share some history with, or at the very least possess some prior knowledge of, the game and at least one or two of their masked hosts, as well as some 'Stefan.' 

Cedess would allow her to share her knowledge at a later date, then. For now, he would be quite content watching the show go on, sipping from his chalice — which he intended to keep, by the by, once the dinner came to a close.

Tomorrow, once the game began, he would have a need of it once more.
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