The man was true to his word. Perhaps to prove that indeed he was neither harsh nor demanding, he gave a sensational smile, broke the bubble around him and Skullius, drew back into his Warlord's range, and the two left without another word.
Skullius was predictably left stunned, a curious look on his face.
'Another invite to watch something,' he thought and sighed. 'This feels different, though.'
He shook his head and turned to Subossais, who warped them from the arena to the Sanguine Suite. Upon leaving him on the landing port, the Warlord grunted and left. Skullius hardly acknowledged his departure.
'I need to know who this Stellar Head is – as much as Weaver and Gerriey gathered. I can't dismiss all of them as readily as I was willing to in preparation for—'
His thoughts were interrupted when a stern-looking Fortus marched up to him just as he stepped into the Sanguine Suite. There was more than a hint of frustration radiating from him.
