"So, what do you find amiss out of the 'bones' that your hounds picked for you?"
Vitriol shifted her weight from one foot to the other, two of her four arms falling to rest on her hips while the other two lifted in a casual shrug.
The void where her face should have been remained as expressionless as always, and her voice carried the same flat, detached quality it always did—as though she were reading aloud from a document she had already forgotten caring about.
"My little hounds noticed something while surveying the field," she said. "None of the usual playmakers are associated with any of the Legions present."
"Explain that for me."
She did not hesitate to continue, "Ordinarily, when a Heavenly Banquet emerges somewhere, there will either be a very strong and influential individual or a famous Legion that inserts itself into the proceedings, or you will have sponsored Legions operating in their stead."
"Like Nekrosi sponsoring Varied Calstone," I nodded in understanding.
