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The first was a woman, who was giving a reserved but enthusiastic clap to him. She wore what could be, very generously, described as the robes that might be worn by a typical priestess of a petty god, if one were to remove all semblance of sanctity, good taste and reservation from it and replaced it with bits that would be considered outrageous in the worst whorehouse.
The second woman wore a skin-tight suit, much like the corrupted priestess but this one did not look like it was meant to mock the garbs of priesthood, instead it was a stealth suit, similar to ones employed by the Realm's spies and assassins. Her face was also half-obscured above the lips by a cloth of purest black. But even though her face was covered, her still visible lips curled in what could be described as "mild amusement".
The final one was a man for a change, and a rather large one at that. He was wearing strange clothing made of rather basic and cheap fabrics. Instead of proper pants he wore what was without a doubt a skirt. This man was the text-book definition of a barbarian. Large, unwashed, unkempt and ugly. Even his clothes were exactly like how Realm satire depicts barbarians. He was not at all pleased by his speech. In fact, he was practically fuming.
"That's it?"
He grumbled loudly.
"This is why they made us sit on our asses for hours?! This is the big, important 49?! Some Realm boyslave who thinks he's hot shit?!"
"Come now Cearr. He wasn't that bad. I think he did fine, considering."
The woman wearing a caul tried to calm him down, or at least it looked like that for the uninitiated. But to Jet it was obvious she was egging him on.
"Of course YOU'd say that Cyan!"
Jet narrowed his focus on the woman once Cearr said that. Lillun mentioned that name before.
Jet sighed and with the press of a few buttons he changed the command on the console, so the loud-mouthed barbarians voice is also amplified and so his face shows up on the displays.
"If you have something to say, I'd like to hear it. As I'm sure many of us are."
"Damn right I do!"
The braggart uncrossed his legs and stood up to speak, and in that moment it became obvious how tall and robust he was.
"Every single time one of you Fiends come around all you do is talk. Even the constant preaching of the Malefactors is less unbearable than you lot! So I ask, what can you do? Why should we give a damn?"
Someone from the circle then spoke up, shining a light on the crux of the issue if it wasn't obvious enough.
"Come on! Fight already!"
"Really? What is this? Hazing? Entertainment? I expected a bit more refinement from the so called "Chosen of Hell" if I'm being honest."
