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Jin Huang was awake when the trumpets sounded, restless despite his body's unwillingness to move. He was pacing, mentally, although the walls of his cage had been pushed back greatly from what they first had been. It was still a source of much irritation that he did not have direct control over Delmin's body and was instead forced to puppet it, lending an awkward air to the man's motion and speech. But the sound of the trumpets banished the thoughts and the dragon tensed, waiting to see what changes, if any, the instruments would herald. For a long moment, nothing presented itself as different, save only that the lethargy he'd been laboring under for the past week fell away. That, at least, was a welcome change, and Jin Huang turned back to his slow conquest of his host's faculties.



The errant thought sent the dragon reeling backwards, sending a brief spasm echoing through Delmin after a few seconds delay. Where had that come from? Distracted, he cracked open his host's eyes and stared warily at the room that slowly came into focus. No, there wasn't anyone in sight, although that didn't mean much, given that he was currently staring at the ceiling. With a grunt of effort, the dragon eventually got Delmin's body sitting upright, finally able to confirm that there really was no one else around. Remaining suspicious, he awkwardly stood, heading for the door and eventually downstairs.



When consciousness returned, Jin Huang realized that he'd somehow blacked out and nearly fallen down the stairs. As it was, he was currently sprawled in the upper hallway, one hand draped over the top step. It had been a very close thing, he noted shakily, drawing the arm back to prop himself up. Hopefully neither of his demonic servants had heard him fall, although the lack of prompt attention tended to support that they had not. Thus reassured, he hauled himself back upright, a laborious process and one that left him feeling rather winded at the end. Eyeing the stairs with more than a little distaste, a brief wondering about why he was doing this crossed his mind, only to be dismissed as unimportant. It was far more important that he do this, to find and acquire that which was not his. But first, he should really check on his own treasures to make sure no one had laid so much as a gaze upon that which was already property of the dragon.



It wasn't until he had placed his hand on the door to the room where his small hoard was being kept that the disorientation passed and Jin Huang suddenly and alarmingly found himself unfogged mentally. There had been a shift in the air, the lethargy replaced by something the dragon found himself ill-equipped to fight - jealousy raged throughout him, jealousy of anything anyone else might have and possess even yet. More than that, there was an envy of the others like him and what they had achieved while he had fallen once more into fitful captivity within the gem. That was what he should be doing, learning of the Pantheon and who had been reborn, not wasting his time with these paltry gems (and oh, how it pained him to think that). It was with great effort that he turned from the room that was currently his private treasury and instead turned his steps towards the areas his demonic servants had claimed as their own. He would take one with him to the Pantheon, yes, to speak for him since his speech continued to be echoed through his host. And the other would be sent elsewhere, to see if there were others living around the city. A low rumble of a laugh escaped the dragon as he decided to let them sort out who would do what. It would certainly be entertaining, if nothing else, to watch the already antagonistic demons vie for the honor of accompanying their Lord.

The treasure was piled on the table, carefully according to Jin Huang's instructions. It would not do to carelessly stack them with each other, scratching the gems against themselves and damaging them, lowering the value. Small bars of gold and platinum were stacked in a pyramid near the other end, waiting to be counted and tallied before the dragon made a decision about what was to go where. There was one gem, a large diamond wrapped with white gold, that had been set aside entirely.

"And th'emeralds?" Arithon asked patiently, spreading out the small pile so his master could see them clearly. Jin Hunag made a few awkward motions, indicating the division among them; the larger amount would stay with him, but the ones Arithon would be taking with were of high quality, despite the low number. The other gems were divided in near silence, broken only when the young demon asked about a particular stone. Jin Huang was unwilling - or unable - to speak easily using his host's pilfered body. It remained a point of frustration for the dragon that he was unable to overcome this last subconscious block Delmin had placed in front of him. Hard enough to puppet the body naturally enough, but the strange delays in speech were harder to dismiss.



"Is there anything else?" Delmin asked, sounding dull and tired, slumping forward slightly as the dragon's control loosened under the strain and exhaustion Jin Huang was feeling after such an extended session.

"Just th'last diamond," Arithon replied, trying not to let his concern show. His Lord had been pushing himself to even attempt to make it to the Pantheon, let alone hold a conversation, short as that had been. It would benefit no one if he went past his limits and drained away all of his - or Delmin's - energy, leaving them all worse off than before. With a shake of his head, the demon picked up the stone, holding it gingerly in one hand, having remembered to pick up the small cloth it had been sitting on this time.



"Take it with you," came the reply after a long moment. He had debated the choice this entire time, wanting to keep such an exquisite piece for himself, but it was entirely likely such a gem would be useful in negotiations. And if it was used, than perhaps more of the rest would return to him. Arithon nodded acquiescence, and wrapped the gem carefully, to prevent damage to and from it. The other gems were bagged, each in it's own. These were quickly gathered and stowed in a pack the young demon slung across his back once everything was prepared.

"If there's nothing else, I'll b'off then," Arithon said as he adjusted the strap carefully, not watching as Jin Huang's control eroded further, Delmin's body slouching forward even more.



"No. Be safe," the man echoed, words slurring together slightly. Arithon barely suppressed a shudder as he left and wished that Lysander had returned, in order to tend to the dragon.

In the end, the demon made it safely to Cinder's house and boarded the ship, having avoided the larger groups of people and and scaring off many others with the threat of his katana.

He sat in the chair by the window, staring moodily out into the night in the general direction of the Pantheon. Through great effort, Jin Huang ignored the loose spring poking at him, unwilling to spend the energy required to shift the body of his host in order to alleviate the discomfort. He was waiting for something to happen, something he idly hoped would not, but somehow knew would. What it signified, the dragon didn't know, or remember, only aware that it was something he should pay attention to. He had heard the trumpet's call twice already, filling him with a great sense of dread and a certain amount of distaste as an undeniably foreign influence crept over everything. He waited like this nearly every night, uncertain of the timetable this unknown trumpeter followed.

He had dozed off when the trumpet sounded, as always muted and far-off sounding. Unconsciously Jin Huang tensed, mind flickering rapidly over the possibilities for what this week's unwelcome stimulus could be. Whatever he had pegged as likely was quickly discarded as a small, soft moan escaped him at the wave of sheer desire that washed over everything; not the familiar and natural desire of a dragon to hoard, this. This was something else entirely, something that made his hand spasm and clench tightly to the arm of his chair. This made Jin Huang feel vaguely unclean and he closed his eyes in attempt to focus and block out the images that were dancing through his head.



The dragon's eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. That had been...He hadn't thought he'd kept any memories...he hadn't wanted to keep any memories! Feeling panicked and constrained, he attempted to stand, only to find that his energy had recoiled from Delmin's body back into the gem, leaving only slight control instead of the near-full mastery he'd achieved earlier. He snarled, the sound coming out weakly from a mouth that was still not his own. This wasn't how he thought it would go.

His eyes flickered open and he ran an absent hand through his hair. He stopped, midway through the motion and brought the arm back down, extending it out in front of him to stare at it in shock. No! This arm, this tattoo, this dragon in red and spiraling up his arm...This was not his any longer. His hand started shaking as he stared, letting it fall back down, closing his eyes again. Maybe he'd snap out of this nightmare. Yu Huang opened his eyes lazily, yawning. That had been a strange dream, one about No, this wasn't right but that wasn't important right now. There was a strange energy flowing about, one that made him



left the warehouse, hands stuffed in pockets while whistling an off key (with very dirty lyrics) tune. He had only a vague idea where he was headed, with such intent, but it would be

STOP. This ended, in fire, in pain, in my your death, coiling what remained back within the gem, to be found eventually by

You think too loudly. It was a sleepy voice, one full of exhaustion and pain, and yet it managed to be tinged with good-natured sarcasm. It was a voice Jin Huang hadn't heard since the first Wave, and the dragon dove for it like a lifeline, something that could save him from the not-quite memories he'd been subjected to. Who was that? Delmin asked as the scene faded away like morning mist, leaving Jin Huang back in his own host's body, quickly raising an arm to check. With a heavy sigh, he lowered it back down, dusky brown skin marked with black tattoos verifying the truth of the situation.

"No one important. You should go back to sleep," the dragon said softly, echoes of pain still coming off the man's damaged psyche.

Are you sure? A rumbled affirmative was all it took to send him back into unconsciousness, trusting the dragon to keep him safe and whole until Delmin was ready to face the world again. For his part, Jin Huang remained seated in the chair until the sun rose, lost in thought and memories he had believed beyond repair before stiffly returning to his bed and falling into a troubled sleep.

It was surprising, perhaps, how quiet a place could be when there were only two people within it. Arithon had not been gone for all that long, only a few days or so, but the house seemed so much smaller without the brash demon's personality filling it. Lysander had become somewhat taciturn and withdrawn, an effect Jin Huang had not anticipated.

In point of fact, actually, he had not seen the mage since before Arithon had left. An uneasy feeling crept over him as he thought about the last time he'd seen Lysander. It had been before Arithon left, as the other demon had gone off to do something that Jin Huang could not quite remember. Of course, Lysander did tend to be vague and somewhat mysterious about his personal affairs.

He quickly shuffled himself upright in bed, disturbed. He hadn't seen Lysander about but there were certainly indications that someone was not only living in the house with him, but also subtly taking care of him. There were usually things about that indicated someone was interested in his welfare - small meals left prepared, the house itself staying clean. Well, as clean as it could be, anyway. This was a minor concern, however, one that was quickly washed away by a rising tide of concern. How had he not noticed the change?

Again, this was a thought shoved to the back of his mind. All of that was a consideration for later, after the intruder had been caught and Lysander's fate determined. Hopefully the young demon was alright. The unexpected burst of sentimentality swept through him, leaving behind a growing irritation. Delmin's influence, no doubt. While Jin Huang did not remember the Xi'Yong serving him before, certainly he had a vague awareness that Futs Lung did not encourage closeness with his servants.

It was only when a sharp rap at the front door startled him that he realized he'd been lost in his thoughts again. So easily distracted lately. Grumbling slightly at the necessity, Jin Huang left the bed and his room, stopping his progress when he heard the low murmur of voices below. Furthering his suspicions, neither one matched Lysander's almost sing song cadence. There was no quiet way for him to descend the stairs, given his relatively loose control over Delmin's body. Still, he made an effort to do so as the voices continued talking. Ideally, he'd be able to surprise whoever had taken up residence in his house.

He'd made it to the bottom of the stairs when the front door clicked shut. Instinctively he froze, listening to the careful tread of whomever had answered the door. There was an unfamiliar heaviness to the footsteps, along with a hollow echo, as if they were not properly feet. It took only a moment before he was able to see her, and when he did, his breath caught in his throat.

She had shoulder length hair, in a sort of golden bronze color that matched her furred ears and the tuft of hair on her tail. The sounds of her walking were easily explained by the hooves she balanced easily on. There were a pair of horns atop her head that spiraled only slightly. Her dusky black skin was, to Jin Huang's mind, scandalously only covered by a decorative loin cloth and a loose tank top. The maddening thing was that she looked familiar, in the way that someone in a dream often does. She hadn't noticed him yet, intent as she was on reading one part of a thick stack of papers. Anger began to flicker through him, burning through the need to figure out why he recognized her.

"Do you always read other people's mail?" he asked, a low growl following the question. The sound of his voice surprised him, as he had not really expected to speak. Clearly, it surprised her as well, as she jumped backwards with a startled squeak. The majority of the papers fell to the floor while the one she had been reading was clutched to her rather ample chest, crumpling it slightly. He scowled while she gaped at him, gasping for breath.

He was trying, mostly successfully, to ignore the way her chest was heaving. "Well?" he barked.

She finally stopped her panting and drew herself into a more respectable posture. "As part of my duties, yes." Her reply was dignified enough, though her voice was breathy and tremulous. Which only served to stoke his fury higher.

He paced towards her, stopping abruptly after only a few steps as a sense of something wrong, something missing swept over him. A quick mental inventory revealed that he had been so caught him in himself that he thought there should be a tail lashing behind him. The absence struck him rather forcefully, draining most of his anger. "Would you care to explain that remark?" Jin Huang asked in a more courteous tone of voice.

She had backed into a wall as he advanced, but at his sudden stop and more reasonable tone she took a step forward while looking confused and hurt. "My lord? I am Xu Yong." As Jin Huang evinced no lightning recognition triggered by the name, she looked even more crestfallen. Indeed, the only reaction he really had was to make his expression even blanker.

"I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate on that as well," he replied with only a brief flicker of his eyes. "If that name was supposed to mean anything to me?" At her brief, hopeful, nod, he let out a small sigh. "It does not. So. Explain, please."

She took a distractingly deep breath and began to speak. Of things long past, of Aoide and servants, although the dragon got the impression there were significant portions she was glossing over. It was enough, however, to paint a broad picture that rather neatly implied that she did have the right to read his mail. Or at least, she had had that right in the past and was rather hoping to have that carried forward.

Jin Huang sighed. "Why don't we talk about it? After I read whatever was delivered."



My Mistress has left to retrieve the items and hopefully the pendant, she has taken others with her as well. I have a communicator that can contact her if anyone has need to do so. *Directions for Cinder's home are left in detail*

I've also included copy of other notes that you may or may not have.







*The picture drawn of Aristogeiton and Harmodius by Insanity is also enclosed*

My Mistress wished those searching where left with this knowledge, if you have need to contact her please seek me out.

*It is then simply signed, at the bottom of each page there is also a computer generated symbol of a lark each page appears to have been printed from a machine as well*
Erzulie

Delmin approached the Pantheon alone this time, Jin Huang having decided to leave his servants behind. It was risky to travel like this, his host still unresponsive, but the dragon had decided that the greater risk lay in bringing them with him. While he held himself as being relatively sacrosanct during this Week, of all Weeks, he had no such hopes for those bound to his service.

It was, however, with a significantly lighter attitude that he made his way to the Throne Room. Of all the Dragon Kings, Jin considered himself most in tune with the nature of Greed. They all had within them that primal desire to hoard and to gather, but he alone was charged with doing so on a much larger scale. It was during this happy train of thought that Del's body awkwardly shuffled to a stop before running into the fleeing Tian Yue.



"Excuse me," Del said absently, echoing Jin's own mental tone, taking a step or two back to get out of the way. The still engemmed Dragon was ready to dismiss the other and proceed, but the tingle of recognition finally penetrated his thoughts enough to make him react.



"Brother?" came the incredulous echo.

Tian Yue walked fuming out of the Throne hall - bad enough that his Lord was reduced to such a thing, such a silent and foul thing. Finding Phaedra resplendent on the Throne, in power and knowing it - oh, no, she couldn't do anything to him, not by force, but she could blackmail and manipulate as well as ever. Better, with the cards she now held.

Damn her.

There was someone in the outer hall, some sycophant come to spew praise at Greed's feet, no doubt; Tian Yue didn't notice the other figure until he smacked right into them, unintentionally. "Excuse me," he muttered, echoing the figure's own words, then stopped after a few more paces.

"Brother?"

He turned, surprised. Who would call him that, now? His eyes searched Del's face, questioning. "Who asks?"

Del's face would hold no clues to the true identity of the speaker, as without his Dragon's direct control, the man remained blank faced. Jin struggled briefly with one of the last barriers between himself and his host before offering a reply; Del's consciousness might remain submerged, but his subconscious desire to retain control of his own body was what had led to the echoing nature of his speech and awkward movements

At last, however, that too was overcome, leaving Jin Huang free to speak without delay. "The Dragon King Futs Lung, called Jin Huang in this life," came the reply, flavored and nuanced with the power to back his claim. A brief stab of envy shot through him, as the other was clearly not still bound to gem only. He had once regained such form, only to be lost, burnt and spent, leaving him only the jewel once more.

A shifting of features, odd and awkward, met Tian Yue's question - extremely unsettling and strange, even to one used to blank faces and unfocused gazes from many conversations with hosts and gods.

But when the man finally spoke, the simple name did much to wash away Tian Yue's frustration. "Futs Lung," he breathed, amazed. "Shenlei... he told me you were lost, host crumbled away around you." Clearly, that was not the case now. Another of his brothers enfleshed in truth, at last, and when had they ever needed Dragon Kings more than now? "I am Tien Lung, called Tian Yue in this life," he said, echoing the other dragon's phrasing. "And I am very, very glad to see you well."

Del's expression gradually lost it's blank and unsettling aspect, instead taking on a more animated look as Jin settled himself into better control of his host. Much less awkward this way, although it was slightly strange, being in a form not his own, but with nearly full control.

"Shenlei?" Jin echoed, name not immediately calling anyone to mind. "What he said was true, however. I made my decision too hastily, and the soul I had selected could not fuel my further growth," he added, making a small dismissive motion with one hand. "The Crown took me in and gave me another chance at life." Here, the dragon smiled wryly, Del's mouth twisting slightly. Yes, another chance at life, but that could end, and in a far more final fashion than his last.

"It is good to see you as well, even in such times as these. I find I have missed my siblings, over these long years. Have you any news of the others? Or," a slight hesitation, and Jin's gaze flickered briefly to the Throne Room before focusing once more on Tian Yue, "Of what has befallen the Crown?"

"Shenlei is Shen Lung, though I haven't seen him recently. Zhijian, Ying Long, is in the Ancient Pantheon seeking his armor of old - he should return shortly. I was there with him until a few moments ago." It seemed like a lifetime had passed since breathing that ancient air, even though it had only been an hour in experienced time. That flux...

He shook that thought off, sharply. "Qian Lung the Black Dragon roams as well, though still in diminished form like your own unless something has changed. Likewise Ti Lung. Of Yu the Five Claws, Great Chien-Tang, and Mang.... I have no news." He sighed. "And our Lord..."

He would not turn around and walk back for a glimpse of that thing their Lord had become; not now, with Phaedra sitting mocking on her stolen Throne. "I do not know what has done this thing, but he stands enmeshed in some vile thing, egg to some viler thing. An ancient Aoide has said it heralds the end of the world." Oh, how he wished he had something better to tell his brother! Wonderful to see you well, unfortunately, the world's about to end... too bad, so sorry...

"I see I have some catching up to do," Jin replied with a much more genuine smile. "It is good to hear that so many have returned as well," the dragon replied thoughtfully. There was something there, when Tian Yue mentioned the Five Claws, the faint echo of a memory of a sensation experienced while Harmodious had him under his care. Jin dismissed it with a small shake of his head - not now.

"The End?" he echoed, taking a step back in shock. Surely not! Not now, not when everything and everyone was in the process of returning. Surely the Crown would not...No. This was not right. "It cannot be that time so soon," Jin growled out, lightly balling one hand into a fist, as though he could strike a blow against whatever had done this. "Is there nothing to be done, then?"

Tian Yue shook his head, sharply. "It is not natural; the Aoide, the lore-keeper, agreed. As to stopping it..."

They had to stop it, he had to stop it, no question. But how? "There are stones in the Ancient Pantheon that may provide answers and help. That is why I came back here now, to learn what I could about what exactly happened, so I might know what to look for when I return." So far, he had learned nothing other than that Phaedra was a b***h, which was nothing new.

And that Futs Lung is alive, he reminded himself. That was worth knowing. "Zhijian and I saw three futures played out for us. Gehenna..." His tail twitched back and forth. Saying the name here, with that behind him somewhere, made tiny prickles of unease run up his spine. "In one, the Dragon Kings did battle. Five of them." Futs Lung had been named there, as had Yu Five Claws. Had that worthy King returned as well? "In another, the End was bound. In the last, all did battle. All ended in empty failure. I know what not to do. What to do?" He laughed, mirthless. "I have no idea."

He would have to get an idea, and quickly. Someone would have to.

Jin Huang stilled himself, his anger, to listen to what his brother had to say. So - battle was out of the question; just as well, to his mind. Direct fights and brute force had never been his style. But bound? That tugged at something within, something he should know, but did not. It was not something to trouble his brother with, not over something so small, and with another small shake of his head, Jin dismissed the thought as something to go over later, when there was time.

"Nothing of the Consort?" he asked idly. That there was a search for the missing Aristogeiton was something he knew quite well at this point. One of his own servants was among those searching, and he had received quite a bit of information on the subject as well. Then again, if these fate-stones had shown naught of him, perhaps the search was futile at this point. Just as well, then, that he himself had not gone. "I know that he has been the subject of much searching, in order to avert this very problem."

"I have heard that Medicine was seeking such - other than that, I do not know," Tian Yue said, with a sigh. If other gods were doing so, then that was well and good and something he did not have to personally worry about. "Doubtless if he is useful, we will find out as the other gods fail or succeed. I... have gone too far from the Throne, too recently, already."

He would have to return to the Ancient Pantheon, that much was certain, but he was loathe to do so just yet. He needed more information. The lack of true knowledge he had regarding this whole situation was beginning to get to him.

"Medicine, and now others," Jin confirmed. Not that he was overly concerned with the search; while the Dragon had sent along one of his own servants, as well as the larger part of his 'hoard', he remained indifferent to the overall end results of the quest. If they did indeed suceed in finding the missing Consort, and better yet, that it actually had some effect, well, that was all to the good. As it was, Jin Huang was content to have merely provided some momentum towards it. "I leave such things in their hands. There is more than enough to concern ourselves with here," he added firmly, another flickering glance cast into the Throne Room.

Jin shrugged uncomfortably. "I know little enough of what happened here, save only that it happened."

"Others? That is good to know." Tian Yue sighed. Phaedra's promises not withstanding, it was nice to know that others among the Pantheon were moving, in their own ways. Trying to help.

He caught the other dragon's glance towards the Throne hall. "The goddess of Greed has taken the Throne for a time. She spoke of power granted by that ascension. Perhaps it might be useful, but she is... difficult to deal with." Understatement, but he didn't need to poison other gods with his own anger. He would not set god against god, not now. They could war later, when the entirety of existence was not in danger.

"I would do something here, to help, but I think it unlikely I would be of much use, trapped as I am," Jin Huang replied with a slight grimace. Trapped not only by the limits of this form that was still not his, but trapped by his host's catatonic self. Forcing him into control like this, so early on, worried Jin more than he would like to admit. It hit too close to him, to his previous failure.

Jin curved Del's lips upwards in a smile at his brother's words. "I had hoped she would there," he said, glad to have his suspicions confirmed. Obviously, there was something between the two, but that was not his concern, just as the reverse would have been true. And had been in the past, he dimly recalled. But it was not something to dwell on, and the dragon found himself obscurely glad that Greed was the one he would encounter on the Throne. "Difficult to deal with, yes, but has she ever been otherwise?" he asked, largely rhetorically. It was entirely her nature to be such, and Jin was accepting of that fact.

Hoped? Tian Yue twitched inwardly at that, but then again not everyone had been on the receiving end of Phaedra's acerbic tongue. Thankfully, Jin's other statement provided ample distraction from the topic of Greed. "Trapped? How so?"

A frown appeared at the question. "By my host, actually," Jin Huang replied slowly, almost sheepishly. "The original wave that started all of this sent his consciousness deep into hiding." Or something else, Jin wasn't entirely sure. Del had resurfaced briefly sometime last week, although he had quickly gone away again once Jin had spoken with him. "It simply leaves me in an awkward position," he added on with another shrug. At least he'd managed to get more control over the body. It would be even more awkward otherwise.

"Ah... I see..." Tian Yue gave Del a worried look. One host had already failed his brother, and this one was barely functioning, it seemed. "If you require mana..."

"Ah," Jin Huang replied, flashing a quick, but grateful, smile. Tian Yue did, after all, know of the previous failure. "I don't think that shall be necessary. It doesn't...feel the same." It had been terrifying, and more than a little painful, making it an experience he was loathe to repeat. He'd already failed once, and he could not afford to do so again. There likely wouldn't be anything left to stuff back in the gem, if this played out the same way. A faint shudder rippled through his body at the thought.

"I was worried," Tian Yue murmured. "We needed you, so desperately. We still do," he added, glancing up with a very faint flush on his cheeks.

"I know. And I regret not being here," Jin replied, feeling frustrated. He'd missed so much, but now he was returned, and here he would stay, unless the Crown required him elsewhere.

"You could hardly help that," Tian Yue said, firmly. He understood, though; he-Shaiming had felt great guilt at not being there to stand between Universe and Creation on that distant day. "You're here now. That's the important thing. And when we set things right, you will be here for a very long time to come."

Surely they, the Dragon Kings, could set things right. Not in battle, as the fate-stone said, but through some other method, surely... otherwise, why else would Destruction have wanted them so? What other purpose did they have for existing?

"If only we were all gathered here," Jin Huang replied wistfully. Of course, Ying Long was otherwise occupied, but what of the others? Why were they not here? "Not for battle, of course." Even with all arrayed against the End, it was unlikely to make much of a difference in that terrifyingly final result Tian Yue had spoken of.

"I am sure that will come, in time - once Zhijian has returned. For now, though..." He resisted the urge to glance back at the Throne hall. "I must learn more about what has happened here, and use that knowledge to find answers in the fate-stones. And you? Your office will be needed, no doubt of that. All of us will be needed."

"I look forward to that day," Jin Huang replied. When they all could be gathered, before the true Crown, and not whatever waited in the Throne room. "For myself, today I came to pay my respects to the Lady Greed," he continued with another small smile. "I wish you luck in your search, brother. And please, if you learn anything..." Jin shook his head lightly. "I ask only that you keep me informed if there is time to do so."

"Of course. Always. Be well, Futs Lung."

"By your leave, Lady," Jin replied, sweeping an elegant bow. He was about to turn and leave when Malh'reth spoke to him. "Greed has granted her permission for you to leave her side, and so I have no issue with it," he said as he started to slowly walk away. "Was there something in particular you wished to speak with me about?"

The mage nodded as he began to walk along with Jin, "Yes. I wish to ask you some questions... I have only come here relatively recently and while Phaedra's been kind enough to take me under her wing in return for my recording her glory," a small smile at that for he could not argue the fact, "but I have come to realize my understanding of the situation is... lacking."

Pausing as he flipped his pages open, he ran fingers over the paper to skim them, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and there were a few terms I am unfamiliar with." Looking up, he spread long fingers over the sketchbook's page, "Would you mind helping me fill in the gaps? I want as complete a story as possible for when I return home to tell the tale of the gods I met here." As he read the words Dragon King, a frown flickered across his face and he offered a hasty sort of bow, "Er... highness?" Inwardly, he winced. What a wonderfully smooth cover.

Jin Huang listened patiently as the mortal spoke. Ah, lucky Malh'reth. He had met and found to be a prize by the softer side of Greed. If and when he tried to leave, well. That would be his own watch, and not something Jin would advise him of. It - he - was not worth crossing the Lady Greed over. "I will tell you what I am able," he offered finally, pondering. "I have only recently returned myself, but," here he shrugged. "You may ask anyway," he finished, as though it were a favor bestowed. Jin chuckled a bit at the belated highness, and wave a hand dismissively. "Jin Huang. Or Treasurer, if you insist upon a title."

Malh'reth nodded, "Alright then, Jin. My thanks." Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he decided first to focus on what the other had just said. "I illustrate my stories and while you were speaking with Phaedra... you offered two names. I am curious, which should I include in my retelling and what is a host? I had thought that the very concept of a mortal or anyone, really, sheltering a god was.... ridiculous." Still, if that were the truth, he would rather know it and expand upon that base then spin some fluff that proved false and bring down the gods' wrath upon him.

"Jin Huang is my name. Delmin Brock is his," Jin replied after a speculative look at the mage walking beside him. He sighed a little, and slowed his stride further. "This, I do know. The gods failed. We fell, we died. The Twin Crown, Creation and Destruction, my Lord Harmodius, gathered what he could of our essence, and set us to slumbering in gems and jewels." Here, Jin loosened the top button of the shirt he'd worn, revealing an interesting looking gemstone, set at the top of his breastbone.

"This is mine. Delmin found it, set it there." There was a lot Jin was skipping over - his first, failed attempt at rebirth, and everything else that had come of that - but that was not something he would share lightly with anyone, let alone a pet of Greed's. "And I will use his soul to fuel my own growth and rebirth," the dragon said matter-of-factly. Del had accepted this, before he had...gone away, as it were. "As we all will do, or have done." Hopefully that would be enough of an explanation.

The Aurion slowed then stopped at the frank information, eyes widening. "Died....? Slumbering?" The glint of an intriguing gem caught his eye and drew his attention to it, and he stepped closer, "I did not think that gods cou-" He cut himself off sharply and fell into a confused silence as he worked the dragon's statement over in his mind.

Use his soul to power his rebirth...? There was no other way to interpret that then the host was a sacrifice to the god slumbering in the gem. It seemed... both fitting and appalling at the same time. Rolling his lower lip in between his teeth, he nibbled on it, unsure of just how he felt about this. Jin had been so frank it couldn't be an exageration. He was infinitely glad he had not stumbled across a gem and strangely grateful for this rather startling information.

At length he finally found his voice, and posed another question, "All the gods do this...? Have a mortal give up their soul so that they might be reborn...? Are the mortals at least willing?"

Jin let Malh'reth fully process the information before making any sort of reply. It was a lot to take in, after all. "All that you have seen here, save only the Crown. But He is in no shape that you would recognize as being a god," the dragon said with a soft, sad, chuckle. "Some are willing, like Delmin. Some are not, like the Lady you caught the attention of." He had not been told this, true, but oh, the implication was there. His brother's servant would not have gone without being tricked, of that much Jin Huang was certain.

Malh'reth's expression hardened, "I've seen your... King. I would not recognize him as a god. It is difficult to accept that the very universe's wellbeing depends on that.... being," the pod was deeply disturbing and he hated looking at it. It just wasn't right.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he frowned, "Greed? Her.... host was not willing? What is Phaedra like...? She had been nothing but kind and yet she is Greed. It confuses me." Even so he wondered who would so willingly sacrifice their very existence to a god. Shivering, he turned lavender eyes on the area about them, “And… my apology for the question, Treasurer, but what is a Dragon King…? If that pod is your lord then what are you the king of?” He’d already figured out Phaedra’s time on the throne was something special and something linked to the ever shifting influences of the weeks but what of a Dragon King? Why didn’t they sit upon the throne instead of paying respects like Jin had?

Jin Huang shrugged off the mage's comments regarding Harmodius. Jin himself had only seen his Lord once while whole, at least in this incarnation, and yet that had still been through Delmin's eyes, not truly his own. Not even like this.

"She is Greed," was the simple response, offered in a tone of amused resignation. "You have caught her attention. Be grateful, and try to keep it, lest you see her true nature." That was all the warning Jin would give on that subject. The dragon had no desire to cross Phaedra over something so trivial as a pet mortal.

"Nothing in particular. We are not Kings in the sense that you know them. In the hierarchy of the Pantheon, only the Twin Crown Himself is set above us." Partially true, that; always the Empress and the Primordials respected and obeyed, but it was true enough for Malh'reth's question.

Malh'reth half laughed, half scoffed, "I will keep that in mind." He didn't exactly have much choice in the matter... it was either obey or risk her wrath and though she may be Greed, he wasn't fool enough to deliberately cross her, "Besides... we have an agreement that I must honour." And there was that stubborn Aurion tendency to stick to an agreement however much the individual may dislike it. Old teachings were hard to forget.

He blinked, taken aback by that. They... were second only to the Twin Crown...? The look of surprised slid into a frown as he wondered if he should even be speaking with this one... Coughing, he tilted his head up to the sky as his ears flicked and settled, "Hierarchy? There are a great many of you then? You are one of the few gods I've met... I must admit I am still rather uninformed," he sighed, "and that doesn't make for a proper retelling. I have not asked Phaedra many questions as she demands something in return..."

He chuckled softly for he didn't blame her but she already had his service... among other things, and there wasn't much more he could offer. "Is there anything that I should know? I came in search of answers but now I'm hoping to find a way to assist in... fixing? The degradation of the worlds. I don't want to die and I'm almost certain the feeling is mutual between mortals and immortals alike." Perhaps Jin could offer him some means of helping out, he hoped so at least.

"So long as you are aware," Jin replied noncommitally. An agreement, with Greed? That was laughable, although he refrained from actually laughing out loud. It would be impolite to do so, after all. He had made his choice - however fogged his mind might be - and he was the one who would have to deal with the consequences.

"There were, once. We died. I think I mentioned that already," he continued dryly, arching an eyebrow. "And there will be, once again." This was said firmly, hiding the doubts Jin held within him. Would they really be able to put things aright before time ran out? He eyed Malh'reth speculatively.

Was there anything he could do? He didn't know what the man was capable of, but Jin wasn't entirely sure there was anything he could do. "I am unsure," he admitted. "Learn what you can, from others who may gather here. Perhaps someone else will know of something you could put your talents towards." Whatever those talents might be.

Malh'reth chuckled, "Yes, you did. I meant more in terms of current numbers..." He wondered, as Jin replied, how many unfortunate souls would be fed to the gods. Would it be worth it in the end?

The mage sighed then, and nodded. It was an answer... not a particularly helpful answer but at least the dragon hadn't said he couldn't do anything. Stopping, he glanced around and found they'd wandered a good distance from the Pantheon. Turning back around to face the other, he bowed, "I guess that's the best course of action. Thank you for your time but I must return soon... afore I'm missed."

With some of his questions answered, Mal thought it best to return sooner then later.

Cinder rested back slightly looking at those gathered. She smiled slightly to Jaster she wasn't exactly sure what was going on but it was nice seeing him again even if it seemed they had been too busy to rest and speak for sometime. Saljin was also there Jaster's ever present shadow, for a moment Cinder felt a twinge of what might be jealousy a feeling she pushed away rather quickly, before Saljin's presence had been reassuring and friendly. Whatever this new thing was Cinder didn't like it, it was worse then the lust from before something less comfortable.

Arithon also had joined them and Eddard, she wasn't sure of Eddard's ability to keep Eid in line but she hoped they would not have another nasty episode with Oath. His zealousness was more then somewhat disconcerting. "Alright, I took the liberty of getting in contact with the Diswes middle man. Everyone has sort of had time to talk. So most have an idea of what we are looking to run into. Lets go over what we know again before setting out." She glanced to Arithon as she spoke, for someone wanting action he seemed overly paranoid of his lord's wealth to a point he found himself locked up guarding it and nothing else.

"We are going after the Pendant and the bones first, Tybalt the guy in charge has taken to wearing the pendant. Which means getting it from him will drive the price up rather high. The bones hopefully are still together and intact but they would have come with the pendant so hopefully he will know what we need." Cinder sighed slightly that Tybalt had taken to wearing the pendant worried her she was somewhat worried what may happen when they attempted to get it from him,"now we need that pendant it is suppose to lead to Aristogeiton and hopefully that means it will pick up the different pieces of him. So we can use it to figure out -who- we need from the ship. I'm going to suggest we take advantage of Saljin's shifting for this...once we have the pendant we leave, tell the Diswes we are interested in slaves and will be back tomorrow to look them over." Cinder gestures to Saljin, "Saljin you have small forms you can shift into correct? Could you use one of those to sneak onto the ship with the pendant?"

Cinder then turned to look at Eddard, "you up for being boss again? Because I think it would be best if you took lead. I used some local information brokers earlier and don't want to risk drawing more attention to myself right now."

Cinder paused waiting for reply and then spoke to Arithon, "also I was told Tybalt had a thing for diamonds, if you happen to have any that are particularly intriguing in with your things...it would likely be best to bring them along. Might be able to catch and hold his attention with them."

Jaster watched Cinder closely, a faint smile on his lips. But as he watched her talking to the others, he suddenly realized that he didn't want to share her with them. For a time he frowned as he listened, thinking to himself that he should do something when Saljin's name was suddenly brought into view. Glancing over at the shifter, he simply watching him for an instant, the feelings of before slipping away. He blinked entirely caught offguard. What was this he was feeling? Had something gone wrong again and they were feeling the effects of it now? What would happen next?

Saljin nodded. "Jaster and I thought perhaps it would help. It took me awhile, but I can now change into a rat," He glanced at Excentrique, his eyes narrowing slightly, "or a small feline. I thought the smaller cat might be more conducive to getting past anyone who saw me. I imagine they'd tend to shoot rats where a feline they might now."

Excentrique growled softly, "I didn't know it was you. I thought it was a rat."

"I was a rat." the shifter muttered. "But that's why I think a feline would get a better reception."

Jaster watched Triq for a moment. "Triq, you and Pretzel are remaining here on the ship."

"But.." she began, frowning intensely.

Moronic goat. Arguing with your lord. Pretzel stated gleefully that she was in and causing trouble.

"No buts. You ARE staying here." His voice was firm and she stared at him a moment.

"Very well." she nodded. "I'll find something to do." For a moment she fiddled with the strings on the staff and her bottle of bubbling liquid. She did not have a choice when he was ordering her to remain.

"No. Don't do anything. Don't touch anything. Just stay here." He replied quickly. "No exceptions." She was not the brightest cookie in the jar and he was quite certain that her arguing with Pretzel would draw far too much attention to them.

Arithon had, admittedly, locked himself in his cabin and only rarely coming out. Thankfully for him, his particular species of demon didn't need to eat so much as absorb ambient spirit energy, and the amount being emitted by the other inhabitants was nigh intoxicating. As Cinder spoke, Ari idly shifted the straps on the pack he was wearing. The proposed bribe had been broken up into smaller containers, so as not to have to reveal the entirety of their potential offer all at once. Unfortunately, the pack he was currently carrying was the one with the most valuable items contained within.

He wasn't entirely sure who his other 'companions' were, but figured they must be tied to the Pantheon if Cinder had tapped them for the trip. Failing having his Lord around to hand out direct orders, he'd simply follow Cinder's lead.

Only once she had finished speaking did Arithon make any sort of indication he'd been paying attention. "There's a nice large one we found. S'got some fancy detailing on it," he admitted, not wanting to drag it out right now. He'd do that later, if needed. "An' some smaller ones. There's mostly diamonds an' gold in this pack. Some larger, less valuable gems as well." The demon frowned in thought. He didn't know a lot about what everything was worth; Jin had tried to explain it, several times, but Ari tended to tune out the instructions on the grounds that they baffled him.

When it came time for Eddard to speak, he seemed reluctant. It had been difficult for him to find anything, and when he did, he was all to weary of his sources. "Yes, if that is the role you need me to play, ten I will surely execute it. As for what I've learned, not sure if it will do us much good, but I spent my time finding out what the Diswes relationship was with various other factions that were in the city. Apparently this city had an old mafia-esque group who called them self 'the Cudgel.' Much larger at one time, only a fraction is supposed to remain due directly in part of the Diswes. Everyone mentioned a man called Kostichie as the head of this organization, but apparently due to the bounty on his head offered up by the Diswes, he is all too hard to find. Fortunately I was able to confirm the existence of the bounty at one of the local pubs, but all the same, who knows if the man is still alive."

"Another group and chief among their rivals in this galaxy is the Naruni. Someone pointed one out to me on the street. They are a gray skinned race who's faces are featureless aside from their eyes. Apparently they're a merchant race normally, but these here are in the service industry. That is they are paid by another race, the Splu...Spu...Spergoth, or something along those lines, I don't know, I couldn't pronounce it to begin with. Anyway, they were hired or contracted by this other race of slavers. Initially, it wasn't to big a deal, but since the Diswes sacrificed so much of their fleet to acquire what I gathered to be the Athenia, the Naruni have been trying to absorb some of their territory chunk by chunk which is what has brought them to this city to begin with. That's about the extent I was able to gather, at least, the most reliable seeming."

Cinder glanced toward Jaster and the others with him, a slight look of amusement over her features at their drama. At the display that Triq was making however that brought her back to Kalfyra, "Kalfyra, stay on the ship with Triq. Keep her company show her how to put a book on a datapad whatever you like." She didn't want the Aoidei put into anymore danger then needed when it came to this. As Karaskis had reminded her and attempted to explain the Kalfyra that was with her now was not the same as the one that once served her; Cinder still did not truly understand but it sounded dire enough to leave her out of what could turn into a confrontation.

As Arithon spoke Cinder looked over to him, "Keep the detailed diamond someplace to easily reach. We'll try a straight up trade as value wise I'm guessing the pendant is worth at least as much as that diamond but since Tybalt is wearing it..." shrugging slightly with a frown she made a non-committal gesture. The main bit of luck they had with them was that Tybalt was a pirate which meant almost anything he had was usually for sale or trade, it just meant finding the right price. "So lets keep the diamond on hand...but go for the bones first since he'll likely be more willing to part with those. If it comes to battle...pull back. They are fairly numerous and a major power in this area; we'll have to attempt to use one of their enemies if it comes to that. And frankly with the sort of maneuvering that would be needed for a long term conflict after what I heard of the Pantheon I don't think we have time."

Cinder glanced to Eddard, "Might as well let you play boss, gives the rest of us more manuverability. Good job with the information on their enemies. We can hopefully use that to our advantage." She then looked at the rest and seemed to take account, "their middle man has a meeting set up in what use to be a diner not far from the main section of the ports that they use for their activities. We are due there in three fourths of an hour so lets head out and get situated." Cinder started for the ramp out of the ship as she spoke.

Kalfyra stayed behind looking decidedly pouty about the whole ordeal as she did.

Jaster fell in behind just as they had when heading to the bar after a warning glance at Pretzel. He knew the creature there would give Triq a hard time of it otherwise. He was unsure who would be able to see it, but Saljin obviously did not. Either way they did not need the attention the aoide would cause replying to it. And she would reply. She always did. Maybe Kalfyra would give her something to do and find something that interested her.

"After you, Boss." Jaster stated with a gin as he and Saljin keep up the pretence of being guards.

Glancing around warily as if he were a bodyguard, Saljin's eyes narrowed on the darker spaces around them. For this trip they were muscle again. It was not a hard role to play. It would be harder for him later when they had the necklace and he needed to sneak in to find the person connected. Hopefully it would not be too much trouble getting to him. A part of him just wanted to take the things they needed and he shivered lightly thinking that it should not cost them anything that Arithon had with him. Why should they pay pirates? Instead they could simply do as the pirates themselves had done and take what they wanted. But the thought of so many chasing them all the way back home and interferring in what was necessary caused him pause. His thoughts cleared enough that he could shove them away with a faint shudder. It would not do to have an enemy chasing them at this point.

He noted the shiver and reached over to touch Saljin's arm in question. The shifter shook his head, gathering himself and continued to follow the others. Briefly he wondered if these thoughts were related to what they had felt the week before. But this seemed somewhat different and he wondered what would be next.

"Thank you, Jaster." Eddard took up the position of boss. He let Cinder lead the way, but as they went, he would stop and casually look at various vendors. He made it a point to feign interest briefly and show his "henchmen" whatever he was eying but then move on quickly and avoid the sales person as to not slow down the procession too much.

This was the 2nd beyond modern city they had been too and for the most part, this one suited him more than the prior. It seemed more orderly and less impoverished. Even though he had already made his rounds and explored much of it while gathering information, the city's sites were still very impressive. Then again, he had spent much of the last half of his life in a medieval setting and everything so much more fantastic.

While they continued the trek, Eddard began to more seriously consider his role as leader. A man his size ought not need charisma so much as example. Should he be a violent, ruthless leader or a good natured one. Either way, he had to carry himself in the proper way. He also began to consider just what exactly he needed to say in order to acquire the things he needed. Perhaps the bones are that of a fallen comrade and pendant as well. Was this persona going to be the kind of person who doesn't leave an ally behind? Maybe its a bounty and he needs the remains and the pendant to claim his reward. He would have to wait until he met this captain to truly make up his mind.

Cinder moved along calmly to the back and side much like a bodyguard would. Her eyes flickered around the area also as a bodyguard's or rather as someone with more then enough experience going into places that may likely get them killed. As they move down the street closer to the diner; the place was obviously a high class for what it was. Dark curtains were pulled over the windows giving whoever was within privacy. As they moved closer Cinder murmured to Eddard softly, "try for the bones first, hopefully they will give them up easily bones shouldn't be worth much to them. The pendant offer the diamond up first with the detailing that should at least peak his interest and then attempt to bargain hard. Make sure to point out the pendant although having sentimental value or whatever you want to say to you in itself is not that impressive as it is only partially precious metal and the rest is iron. We'll try for the person later on so try to set up a meeting for tomorrow to look at their slave stock." She wasn't sure how Eid would react to slave trade but there really wasn't much they could do, the Diswes were just too numerous.

As they came to the door of the diner amusingly called, The Adventure for those familiar with older lore, Cinder moved ahead and stepped inside sweeping a gaze over the area. Inside sat what she assumed to be Tybalt around him stood four others; Tybalt didn't wear a weapon opening but the four men around him did. Cinder frowned somewhat to herself, she had spotted at least one starline, she had a similar weapon hidden in her boot but seeing the enemy have it never set well. The bits of metal that shot out of the gun and expanded out were nasty and messy to say the least. Once she confirmed that the place didn't have anyone outwardly hostile or deadly she leaned out and motioned the 'boss' in along with the others.

Once her back was turned she murmured very softly, too softly for the group of pirates to hear but likely her group could pick it up, "Mycroft, keep an eye on the air...make sure it is regulated." A few flashes of lights along the device on her belt confirmed that Mycroft heard and understood.

If they won't trade...or things go violent. Karaskis sounded more frustrated then worried as she spoke to Cinder. If she was stronger and had more control, many of their worries would be lessened.

Jaster and Saljin remained last behind everyone. They hesitated in the doorway, watching behind them for a moment. Moving to opposite sides so that they could see what was going on as well as watch the backs of the others. Both would be the way out if needed. Each one studied the posture and equipment worn by the pirates, noting various things. The Diswies were not to be underestimated on what they would and would not do.

The shifter idly glanced around as if somewhat bored. As hired muscle, he was certain someone somewhere had that attitude. He folded his arms leaning back against the wall after glancing at Eddard for a long moment. Let them think he was lax or even over confident. Either way the shifter would be ready for whatever happened.

Jaster glanced over at Saljin shaking his head, but he grinned. Then he watched Cinder for a moment, his lips twitching upwards faintly. The thought of simply grabbing her and dragging her out of there crosses his mind but when he noted Eddard and his thoughts changed to simply taking what they wanted from the pirates, but he shoved the thoughts away. If the lustful feelings everyone had been having had changed, then what were these sensations that he had to constantly drive away? Why did he keep having thoughts of just taking what he wanted? Did he want to know?

The avarice person is ever in want. Taj's voice was soft but Jaster was suddenly certain it contained the answer.

Eddard approached Tybalt's table. As he drew closer, one of Tybalt's bodyguards moved to intercept and search him. He towered over all the men here and combined with his build, could be easily perceived as a threat. Eddard knew the kind of language these men spoke and in any many other circumstances he would have put this one on the floor to make a point. He resisted, however, preferring to keep it cordial.

After being disarmed, Eddard was permitted to take a seat at Tybalt's table. The whole scene appeared a little awkward as Eddard looked as if he were an adult sitting at a child's table. He was so close to the captain and his size would easily allow him to reach across the table and seize the captain, taking him hostage before the bodyguards would even have a chance to act. He could probably even pick this table up one handed and use if for cover if he had too. He pushed the notion aside as they were not the knightly methods of engagement and he had already strayed far enough from that path.

Eddard wouldn't lie, couldn't lie, but he could bend the truth a little which would do nicely. He introduced himself, "Greetings, you are Fleet Admiral Tybalt I presume?" Hopefully the term fleet admiral would help sugar coat the situation, after all, the man did command multiple ships so the title was fitting and opening with some form of flattery might ease some of the tension. Surely a man who takes to wearing such a lavish piece of jewelry could be seduced by such.

Cinder found a spot to rest so she could keep an eye on the others along with Tybalt if someone was going to do something hostile she had a feeling it wouldn't come from the head man himself. Mycroft's lights continued on as well, for now things seemed kosher. Cinder had a feeling they would stay that way, the Diswes were pirates but they were known for doing business here which made this place somewhat safer.

Tybalt looked up to Eddard despite the other man's side he didn't seem intimidated. Tybalt's bodyguards seemed the most intimidated once it became apparent how big Eddard actually was; two had shifted to holding their hands resting on their weapons. Cinder noted this but also noted the subtle body language that gave away their own nervousness.

"I am Tybalt, and I have heard you wish audience to discuss business? You are in the business of buying it seems. Your contact did not seem overly clear on what but I'm sure your here to clear that up." Tybalt's voice had a strange soothing quality despite his harsh look, there was more to his leading then just harshness and brute strength. "I will not lengthen our stay too long to this place and waste our times. So feel free to tell me what you are in the market for buying." When people went to the Diswes they knew what they wanted, the pirates weren't the sorts to let you idly browsing over their wares.

Jaster studied all the pirates one at a time taking in their clothing, equipment, and expressions. His own expression was idle and yet curious as he watched them and listened to Tybalt and Eddard. Hopefully the pirate would give them a price they could play and they could get out of here. They still needed to find out who this person was that they were looking for, but only if they got the opal necklace. He would have suggested just taking what they wanted and running but without knowing who it was, they had no choice but to do it this way.

Saljin leaned indolently against the wall, lazily as if what was going on did not matter to him in the least. Except where it pertained to him as a bodyguard. He continued to watch the pirates for any actions but it was obvious he was in no hurry to do anything unless necessary. Let them assume it was either confidence or stupidity on his part. Either way it was obvious he was just muscle brought along from the way he acted, although it was obvious that he was listening to every word said.

"Ah, a man who is to the point, something in common you and my employer share. Well, to be honest you have a couple of things of ours and we have come to collect them. Fortunately, our employer understands the name of the game and will not seize them back, but instead sends us as patrons. Patrons with what I think is a more than reasonable offer for some bauble and some human remains. Additionally, to show our good faith, I've been instructed to purchase some help that we might assess your wares and hopefully continue business in the long run."

Eddard assessed the man. He liked dealing with men who weren't afraid of him, it was always a welcome change of pace. But was this man not afraid for the right reasons? He had to wonder. Perhaps he was a cyborg or even possibly a decoy android, who could really be sure in this realm of super science. He had no way of knowing aside from casting his sight spell but he didn't want to disrupt this proceeding. All he could do is take things at face value and hope he didn't have to deal with Eid.

"Why don't we start the negotiation with the remains. When you acquired the vessel Athenia, there was a collection of remains. These belonged to someone particularly close to our employer. He wishes them back so that they might come to find their intended resting place." Slowly reaching into his personal pouch and not the one provided by Arithon, Eddard felt around for a fair sized gem. He pulled out a 1 inch lace agate, swirled blue and white, and set it on the table before Tybalt. This ought to be more than enough to cover the purchase and any service fees associated with their keeping and delivery. How does that suit you?"


Tybalt rested back, he quirked a brow slightly it was clear he was familiar with what Eddard spoke of. As he laid the agate out Tybalt's eyes skimmed over it. "A fine gem, though it seems you either believe I am very thick or you have been misinformed." Tybalt reached over and idly picked the gem up flittering it through his fingers as one that is familiar with gem handling might, "because those remains you speak of...well the only ones that I am guessing you could be speaking of are after all rather popular." Tybalt let the statement hang in the air, Cinder wondered to herself if Panacea had been attempting to gain the bones again.

"These remains however are not human. There are also scales with them...though I've seen quite a few dead Draconians and this looks nothing like them." Cinder's eyes widened just ever so slightly, there had been something about scales in Panacea's journal. She had overlooked it...kicking herself mentally she moved up to lean down and speak with the 'boss'. Murmering so her voice was soft but didn't carry too much she spoke to Eddard, "those are the ones Boss." She then backed up and glanced over to Arithon, it was likely that they would have to up the price somewhat the pirate didn't seem he would be letting them off 'easily'.

"But at times I have come to find that not all questions are needed. I can have the 'remains' brought from the ship. But as you noted shipping and delivery can be expensive at times. It will be a hundred galatic credits for the loss of cargo space as well as the strain carrying the remains will put on my crew's back." Tybalt looked somewhat amused and curious as he spoke looking over to Eddard.

Jaster listened to them barter about the bones. The pirates would not believe them about the end of everything coming. They'd still want the money and gems for the bones and necklace. He frowned a bit at having to pay a price to save everyone. The pirates included. But he held himself back from taking action though at the moment it was what he really wanted to do. Instead he glanced over at Saljin to refocus himself.

Saljin watched Jaster a moment, raising an eyebrow in his direction before turning back to the watching the pirates as indolently as he had been. Jaster would behave himself though he was wondering what he was thinking. Something was pushing at him again. He nearly sighed, hoping that he'd not get them all into trouble like he usually did. It would not do to cause trouble before they got the items necessary. He trusted Cinder and the rest to make the right decisions here.

"Well, unfortunately our organization doesn't recognize the credit system of this star system, largely in part because its origin's stretch beyond this galaxy's reach. I hope you're fine settling for things with material value." He fumbled around in his pouch until he found what he was looking for. "You are a stiff business man, but whats a man to do?" He flipped blue quartz onto the table top. "There, that should cover everything in regards to the bones." Eddard eyed the pendant that hung around Tybalt's neck. "Now, how much for my man's precious heirloom that hangs around your neck? I assume it will cost me more than these 'lesser' stones, maybe something a little rarer?" He raised an eyebrow, "something a little more...precious?"

Cinder watched Eddard flick the gem to Tybalt, quirking a brow somewhat as she does. Leaning slightly she murmurs to Arithon, "Get ready to move up, we'll need the diamond soon." It seemed that everyone was attempting to keep the Dragonlord's treasure intact which she could respect but she did not want Arithon to feel as if his journey had been for naught. Hearing the cost for storage she added, "a hundred galatic credits is about the same as an ounce of gold...at least it was last time I was here."

Tybalt watched Eddard closely as he spoke, when he mentioned something more precious the pirate didn't seem surprised he eyed the amulet around his neck. It seemed as if he was expecting such, before answering Tybalt held up the gem and looked it over as if gauging it's value. With a flicker of his hand the gem disappeared, "it may be easier to use gold as well as gems. Pretty baubles but many aren't worth their true value until cut which can be costly to have done." Tybalt looked over the group as if sizing them up; Cinder had a feeling the talk of gold was more then an idle suggestion. He was feeling out attempting to see how high they could go...she wasn't sure if she should warn the others, and really there wasn't any way of stopping it from happening.

Tybalt gestured to one of his men, the man nodded and headed out. "He'll bring your bones, now your asking to take this bit of pretty I've grown quite fond of. You see it's mine now spoils of war, so whoever once possessed it is a bit out of luck." Tybalt held the pendant up looking it over in the light, "fascinating thing...wouldn't happen to know a bit about it would you?"

Cinder stayed rested back but she somehow had a feeling this was getting more and more dangerous.

Jaster watched the exchange with interest, but there was little he could do about how he really felt. This was the only way they could get the items and still find the person they needed to. Hopefully whomever it was still resided on the Squalldancer and was unharmed. They'd not really know until after this was over with. But some portion of him did not trust these pirates. They were, afterall, pirates and prone to taking what they wanted and even killing those in their way.

Taj stirred uneasily, but was amused. Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.

Saljin shifted slightly when the pirate left. It was not that he was uneasy, but that he was simply trying to watch what was going on. He could see clearly the gem that were being exchanged. Eddard seemed to know what he was doing as did Cinder. Hopefully they'd get the opal and be able to leave cleanly. There was enough trouble without borrowing more.

Arithon had been paying attention, really. While his inclination was to doze off while standing there, a neat trick learned during the many many meetings his Clan seemed to enjoy, it wouldn't do him or anyone any good if things went badly and they need to fight or flee. So, he was awake and paying close enough attention when Cinder whispered to him. The diamond? Jin Huang had been loathe to part with the treasure, as he had been intending to make it a centerpiece of the presentation to the Crown, but, well. That was hardly something to be concerned with at this point.

Before taking a step forward, Arithon pulled out a small soft cloth, slinging his pack around and opening it carefully. There was gold within, gold and more jewels that flickered dimly in the light before the demon's arm concealed them. He'd had the foresight to place the diamond near to the top - not on top, as that would be too easy for a thief to reach, but close enough that it was the work of a moment to dig it out. He held it in the cloth, the way he'd been told to, as getting fingerprints on such a fine jewel would sharply decrease it's value.

Now, he stepped forward, edging himself next to Eddard. Opening the cloth with one hand, the cut diamond shone brilliantly in the light. It was only slightly smaller than Arithon's hand. While the size alone was enough to catch someone's attention, what held it was the elegant silvery metal worked on it's surface. "White gold," Ari mentioned off hand, holding it out for further inspection.

"Well obviously the 'who' is a bit out of luck, you're delivering his remains to us. And unfortunately I know little about the history of the pendant. It is an heirloom, and one that our employer would like to keep with the family who have always possessed it. It is understandable that you would grow quite fond of it as it is as you say, 'pretty,' but the fact of the matter is you stand to gain more now and also later down the road if we can reach some sort of agreement amicably." Turning his head, Eddard indicated the diamond that Arithon had fished out of his pack. "Now, what do you say to that bit of pretty. Like he said, thats white gold on top of a large, masterly cut gems. Why its as if we've plucked a star from the heavens and brought it down to offer you in exchange for one piece of plundered treasure, who's, I might add, monetary value doesn't even hold a candle to the shadow of the likes of this."

Tybalt's eyes were locked on the detailed diamond much as Cinder had guessed they would have been. She could see his hand twitch slightly as he attempted to keep himself from reaching out and attempting to grasp the gem. It was clear that it had caught his attention. The eyes of two of Tybalt's guards however were lingering on the bag that Arithon was carrying; watching somewhat keenly.

Cinder had a feeling they had seen a flash of the gems within, one male and one female she had a feeling that they both were somewhat more keen then the other hirelings in the area. The female she noted carried a starline in plain view. while observing Cinder stepped slightly and shifted her body so her hand could be positioned toward her weapon and not be in plain view of the pirates.

The male guard Cinder had seen watching the gems leaned to speak to Tybalt, his eyes leaving the bag. She wondered if Arithon had noticed...hopefully the guardian would be aware; and now the pirates know that they had much more on them.

"Rarities, you bring one priceless treasure to bargain for another. What a fantastic place upon the edges of the universe you must come from." Now Tybalt's eyes swept over Arithon, the pirate's cold gaze locking on the man a moment before he looked back to Eddard and spoke again, "that diamond is more then acceptable as you could guess...but I will require at least the equivalant of five thousand galactic credits. To reimburse me for losing such an artifact, and to buy myself a new necklace." Tybalt smiled faintly his eyes keen with greed flickering from Eddard and then to Arithon and back. "And I do look forward to doing business with you. I believe we have some very interesting set of slaves this time, to take back to this mysterious place with you." As he spoke there was the sound of something hollow in his voice.

Jaster watched closely during the time the diamond left the pack and neared the table. He caught Cinder's movement from the corner of his eye, but remained standing as he was. His hand was already on his belt and close enough to the weapon he wore. He wasn't about to take chances though he watched them all carefully. He was sure that they'd seen Arithon's bag of riches. No matter. The pirates weren't going to get anything more than they had to spend.

Saljin had noted it also, but looked even more bored if possible. He still leaned indolently back against the wall, still able to see both the door and the pirates. It took little movement to shift and that was his advantage at this moment. And they needed all they could get. Although the pirates would most likely remain peacable this day. It would be on the next day that trouble could start. They'd want to get all they could before acting against the group. At least that was his best guess. Cinder was alert and he could see that Jaster was though he was acting as if not. No less than he was doing. Hopefully they'd be able to get the person and get out on the next day also.

Arithon shifted uneasily, the attention he was now recieving entirely unwelcome. Of course, telling himself that they were really more interested in the treasure he carried didn't help matters any. He'd be able to defend himself against a physical assault, but against a gun or a long ranged attack, Ari knew he didn't have a chance. "More gems, or gold?" the demon asked as politely as he could. Hopefully the pirate would request gems, those were closer to the top and easier to dig out. And hopefully someone could tell him exactly which ones to pull out! This credit system was entirely too confusing for the young demon.

Eddard looked to Arithon a bit surprised. He didn't think the demon would enter the bargaining table the way he did and give all the power in the negotiations directly to Tybalt, but what was done was done, and now Eddard could only sit back and let the transaction proceed. Regarding Tybalt, Eddard realized it may have been more credible, and probably much more enjoyable, to strong arm him as opposed to bargaining. Men such as this respected strength and extremes. Had they roughed up one his men bad enough, they would have likely had a great deal more respect from the pirate.

Cinder shifted slightly listening to those at the table, she had caught how the price had been upped considerably. Tybalt she felt was likely attempting to see how much he could gain or rather how much they would be willing to bargain. Truthfully as long as he held what they needed Tybalt held the cards needed to win this negotiation.

Resting back Tybalt's eyes flickered over to Arithon, a small smile for a moment curled on his lips before he answered. "gems is fine, diamonds actually." He was testing and considering as he spoke a thoughtful look upon his face. The two guards that had been watching the bag Arithon held shifted slightly as if feeling the tension build up in the room.

Cinder stepped forward and spoke softly to Arithon, she had a feeling that if left to his own devices Tybalt would attempt to rifle through the bag Arithon carried. She speaks softly, "no more then two to three small diamonds."

Cinder glanced over to Jaster and Saljin a moment, and then out to the street sure enough she saw more of Tybalt's crew on the opposite side of the street.

Jaster followed Cinder's movements, his eyes alert though he'd not moved stance at all until now. Then he slowly turned his head to look out the doorway. He stared for a moment pointed at those across the street, then smirked slightly as he turned back towards where Tybalt and the other pirates were. But Jaster was not the only one looking through green eyes. Taj gazed outwards, expression firm and a bit more confident as he studied the pirates for a moment. However this finished, they would do whatever was necessary to bring home all three items they'd been sent for.

Saljin had been able to see the door the entire time. He noted them without moving his gaze which was still on Tybalt who was nearest to Eddard and Arithon. The ones outside were perhaps backup. Perhaps more, but this would be costly for Tybalt because he was the one the shifter would go for. Fangs on their captain's throat would go a long way to making them rethink their actions.

Arithon wasn't sure what all this talking was about, and was grateful for Cinder's whispered instructions. Nodding slowly and setting the gem down gently on the table, he opened the pack once more, fishing about for some of the smaller diamonds he'd packed. Keeping one hand close to his katana's hilt, and a wary eye on the tabled diamond, the demon opened his hand to reveal the prizes. Three smaller diamonds, each about the size of a thumbnail, sat on the cloth. They were all cut, displaying their shimmering glory for all to see. Obviously he couldn't glance out the door like the others, but a warning prickle down the back of his neck made the demon switch his free hand edging closer to the prized diamond, instead of his weapon. Let the others handle the fighting, he had to take care of his Lord's treasure first.

Eddard didn't speak at first as he was waiting for Arithon to place the increased offer onto the the table. When this was done, he made sure to intercept any attempts to actually hand the diamonds over, preferring to keep them on his side of the table and out of the pirate's reach until the pendant was off of Tybalt's neck. "Do we have an accord? The diamonds for the pendant and we'll meet again tomorrow in order that we might view your stock of slaves?" He extended his hand in gesture of good faith. Of course the game had to be played and Eddard, though annoyed, knew he had to comply. On the other side of the coin, however, he had to be prepared for the worst.


Tybalt's eyes flickered to the smaller diamonds on the table, a slow smile started to spread over his face. It wasn't reassuring to any degree, if anything there was something frightening about it; something dangerous behind such an expression. "Yes, that will do nicely. And we will still be around tomorrow if you wish to look over the stock in slaves." Tybalt's greedy hungry eyes looked up to Eddard after he spoke.

Tybalt reached pulling the necklace off, resting his hand on it halfway across the table before reaching with the other hand to shake Eddard's hand. It was a firm shake but the strength in it gave away nothing more then that of a human's. "I look forward to more business with you."

Further back in the room Cinder tensed if something was going to happen it would happen soon.

Jaster straightened up slightly as if a shift due to boredom. It was obvious that the deal was nearly over and now was when something could go wrong or even other actions happen. He wasn't happy about facing them the next day again, but they almost had two of the items needed. His hands stayed where they were but he was ready.

Saljin likewise tensed keeping an eye on the door as well as on the pirates just like he had been. His eyes flicked over the other pirates with Tybalt. Now would be when it would be known if they were going to get out with what they wanted or not. And if they did, it became a worry for the next day of what would happen when they met again. There had to be some way to safeguard what they were obtaining now as well as the gems that Arithon had brought with him. And once they had them, what would prevent the pirates from trying to retake them once they were in space again? They had taken down the Athenia. He had heard they numbered several ships also though they'd lost a good many in the fight. Hopefully the Captain's Daughter was fast enough to get them all out and away before the pirates had a chance.

Eid stirred again from silence. Do you think that you are clever, Eddard?

Not particularly, but this is how business is concluded.

What will you do if he betrays his word?

If it comes to violence, you can imagine.

And if it doesn't come to violence but he still betrays you?

Find some way to ensure that he DOES fulfill the end of his bargain.

Very well then, you have not my aid. Let me see you handle this.

That's fine and well, but really, when have you helped me? From my stand point you've been nothing but a burden.

Eid was silent once more.

Eddard turned and nodded to Arithon, signaling him to start turning over the diamonds as he shook Tybalt's hand.

Arithon wrapped the three smaller diamonds in the cloth he was holding them in, setting the bundle down on the table before grabbing another cloth to wrap the larger one in. Once that was done, he picked them both up with one hand, the other having edged back to hover near his katana. There was an edge here, one that he did not like, and the demon meant to be prepared. "There," he breathed out, setting the bundles down where Tybalt could freely grab them. Taking an immediate step back to free some room in case a fight erupted, Arithon waited to see if anything would go wrong.