Nartholan was able to tell who the primary threats would be from the encounter now. He had to admit, with one of them being capable of magic, there could be a little trouble.

Remembering their faces, he welcomed (Erik)'s arrival and walked along the side of the now rather empty festival, preparing to move to a more... discreet location. No doubt his master was beginning to execute the plan.

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Dracuil gazed at the events of the festival. One face stood out.

"[color=darkred]Linia... feisty as always... and doomed the same way...[/color]"

He turned his attention to political affairs in the world. Relations between the powers "USA" and "Russia" in particular were a little strained. He decided to up the stakes and bend a few more holes between dimensions, allowing small crews of demons and veterans of the Battlefields alike to come into portions of the world to cause a little chaos while corrupting the minds of various officials to take a few less than diplomatic actions.

The results were evident soon enough on news channels broadcasting a deepening split between national relations and once again the speech of a second Cold War. If Dracuil had his way, there would be much, much more than that...