With the proper positioning of all the actors and props for tonight's bloody spectacle, I unfurled the curtain doors of my tent, announcing the commencement of the first act, just as the two unwitting participants, Amhain and Barrafin entered my tent with slightly rigid steps.
"We greet your imperial majesty." The two saluted simultaneously, with apprehension lining their every movement.
"Gentlemen," I smilingly replied, as I ushered them to the empty chairs "have a seat."
"Do you know why I called you here?" I asked once they were properly in place.
"I'm afraid not, sire." Barrafin shook his head.
"It's for these." I revealed, as I calmly pulled out a stack of papers from the nearby drawer and lightly tossed it in front of them.
