<TIAMAT> *It's midnight, and the Arena is a little quietier than usual, like there's some kind of foreboding in the air. Gulzak is lounging on his little throne in the torture chamber, waiting.

<JETMODE> *At about 12:10, just enough to be fashionably late, a black-cloaked figure ambles into the room. His hood's up, but Gulzak ought to know who he is, since he called the meeting. "You bellowed?" He sounds amused.

<TIAMAT> *Gulzak glances up when the figure enters, but doesn't bother getting up -- or even sitting up straight. "Late as ever, Nash.

<JETMODE> <Nash> Only the best for you, Gulzak. What's the plot?

<TIAMAT> *Gulzak: I trust you and your clan have everything in order.

<JETMODE> <Nash> We're always prepared, of course.

<TIAMAT> *Gulzak: Good. I want Teal and his playmates occupied for as long as possible.

<JETMODE> <Nash> *merrily* Oh, we'll have them running in circles for days.

<TIAMAT> *Gulzak: Excellent. *he stands and saunters over to the table, picking up a fair-sized leather bag that jangles as he tosses it to Nash. "A little something for your efforts. Don't disappoint me.

<JETMODE> *Nash catches it in apparent surprise. "Ever generous. We'll put on a show they'll never forget."

<TIAMAT> *Gulzak: You'd better. *he grins easily but evilly. "Make sure you're not seen on your way out.

<JETMODE> *Nash nods and departs.