Darkness surrounded the area, the small crowed of Tiffaney supports brought a horrific night to the venue. Mist and fog billowed about them as the oppressive our that promised pain and death. Shadows enshrouded the faces their eyes slightly downcast hiding their overwhelming fury.
"Return to your seats, or all her results will be invalidated!" Snapping at the small group despite the obvious specter of doom the man must of felt he had the strength or backing to deal with this group of peasants.
"Eh? You think you can order me, I will-"
"Dismantling of the wing seven." Leana interjected before the lord could finish. Lady Dyne didn't have the soundest of minds when it came to her daughter, so Sir Octave Bandersnatch had crews prepared to dismantle an entire wing of death traps to ensure the lord wouldn't do anything to crazy.
