In High Lady Erna's luxurious private box, Nyrielle leaned back on her gilded throne, turning to look behind her at the other guests and waving one of them forward.
"Ignatious," Nyrielle said, her voice crisp and free from worry despite the inferno engulfing the arena below. "These men, how do they compare to members of your Inquisition? Do their flames approach the ones you wielded in your war against the Vale?"
"Their flames are strange, Mistress Nyrielle," the red and golden-robed vampire said as he moved to the private box's rail to get a better look. Behind him, Ashlynn glanced briefly at Nyrielle, raising an eyebrow in silent question. Though she had been briefly introduced to the former Inquisitor, she knew very little about the man and she was curious why Nyrielle had asked for his opinion now.
