Ash bows deeply and takes his seat at the table.

"I chose not, my Lord. The Lord of Cania chose me. For what reason I as yet do not know. You have done your research well. The Lord of Maladomini is correct in assuming, though, that at this time in this place," Ash makes a gesture to the surroundings, "being a servant of Mephistopheles is...inopportune. May I inquier as to why, though gelugons do populate the army, I saw no banner for Cania on any ship in this armada? Truly, such a great force would not neglect to include the Lord of Cania unless something especially egregious had happened." Ash raises an eyebrow quizzically. "And why such a gathering? What great task requires the Lords of Hell to band together so?"

Ash feels the tingle at the back of his mind and sends a quick mental picture of where he is in the yacht. He also instructs the imp to be respectful and quiet as he enters the room.

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