Gods fucking damn it Damien, what a snafu this broad has brought you into.

The entire monarchy must be this way, fighting and fucking and arguing and kissing and just being a lavish emotional circus in general, because once he woke up and shook off the effects of the tranquilizer the palanquin turned into a damn rollercoaster. They were like an old married couple from the Bronx, and argued in ways that only two who had been in and out of love with each other could. She wouldn't let him win, and he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. What a mess, Damien, what a mess. Negotiations eventually got serious, and Helen had dealt a fine set of cards on the table. If this whole thing worked out then Damien would get The Old Library, which would undoubtedly shift leverage in his favor ten fold so giving this a real shot was justified. 

Not to mention it was Ulrich, and while Damien was fine with him on the other side of forest partying and letting his hippies scrub his feet for him or whatever they did, he couldn't live with himself knowing his little brother was in danger. The tranquilizer left Damien susceptible to emotional flare ups during the ride, but he could feel himself calming down and as Helen pounded the keys on her laptop with urgency, he was able to use the peace and quiet to calm himself. Exhaustion was the warm breeze that began to hit the group, a surprising look spilling over Damien's face when he checked his watch. "3:30, wow." was all he could manage to say as the sound of bellcarts and valets became audible, they had arrived at the Ritz. It had been a while. Damien got himself together as he listened to Selene and Helen converse outside of the tent, stepping out and eyeing Selene up and down like a true Bronx citizen.

"Maltar dur metterna." or 'mind your fucking business' in Elvish. Selene had waited until he had began to walk away and gave him a small shove, and all Damien did was laugh because he knew that would piss her off more than anything. Petty. Tom Petty. Anyways, the place was barely busy but being tired made the place seem like Vegas on a Saturday night. A lobby attendant flustered at the sight of shirtless Damien, running towards him with a robe, only to be denied by Damien with a shake of his head and a point in Selene's direction. "Put it over her face." he instructed humorously as he tried his best not to stagger on his way to the front desk. 

The place was so damn relaxing, every cushion laden chair or couch enticed him over as if Liara laid on them herself. Like a horse with blinders on, Damien focused himself towards the goal that was the front desk and nothing else. Dirk made the mistake of walking up and standing next to him as he checked in, only to have Damien stare a hole through his head until he flinched and fucked off to wherever he was wanted. He was tired, half naked and kidnapped, being a little rude was more than justified. Helen and Selene once again exchanged conversation in the distance as he finished registering, taking the keys and holding them up as he walked towards the elevators. "Helen, loser, ugly, let's go." he barked passively, calling an elevator down and leaning tiredly against the wall in front of him.

The elevator ride was about 10 seconds long, but felt agonizingly long. The silence was electric and in it, Damien's thoughts really began to focus on just what was going on. She had kidnapped him, regardless if they had known each other for so long or had their thing a while back, she kidnapped the shit out of him and acted like it was cool. That, and she was throwing him into some botched scenario that would certainly put them all in some sort of danger because Ulrich got himself caught up with some bad people. For all he knew, she got him in that situation. She had a tendency to bring trouble with her, it was beginning to be her thing. Damien was determined not to let her in his heart again, and even though they got physical, it was to get the urge out, to thrust away the last he had felt for her. That's what he told himself at least, who knows what tomorrow would bring. 

When they got into the room, Damien walked over to the window, checking out the view. The fields of artificial lights and LCD lettering was all too familiar with Damien but it had still been a while since he'd really looked at the city this way. The moment of reflection only increased the feeling of uncertainty in his gut. What were they walking into? Why was he so okay with just going along with whatever it was they were planning? The door was right there, and as Helen laid in bed engulfed in her deep sleep, Damien looked at the door in deep thought. If he just walked out, Selene was the only thing that stopped him. Sure she might have more of that stuff on her, but it was likely she was just as knocked out as Helen over there. As the sound of rain began to play and fake trees and leaves blanketed the windows, Damien began to walk towards the door only stopping himself and shaking his head in frustration. You walk out on your brother, you have to live with the consequences. He couldn't do that, so he would play along, for now.

Sitting on the lounge chair next to the bed, Damien waved the TV over, it quickly hovering in front of him and turning it on. Rubbing his eyes when the light from the screen hit them like a wall of bricks, he began flicking his wrist upwards, flipping through channels until his head slumped down, finally falling asleep. Across the street, Tyrus would wait patiently, finding a nice perch on the roof of the small building across from the main entrance of the Ritz. He would activate his message drone, typing in a summary of what he had saw in detail. What was emphasized was that Damien was safe and in no danger, yet and that he had seemed to tag along on his own will despite Selene giving them all the slip earlier. "and...I...will...find...out...what...room...them, fuck, no...they...are...in." he finished typing, closing the tiny console on the drone and clicking it on, sending it back to the camp.

Tyrus sat down and continued to watch the main entrance, because like Damien, he didn't know what would come next.