"This my home," Little-Hands said, then stepped back toward the giant feral lizard. "Who are you, you came from sky and smell like fire." She reached under her tunic and gripped the hilt of her knife as the serval brought himself to full attention.
Dim Lane bowed low. "Yes yes, ofcourse. Only one God, ofcourse. Faithful to the Seeker, ofcourse." His sickening grin was plastered on his face. "I have a few problems with that theory though." Then, as he spoke, the swan screamed and wailed on stage. He gave a quick look from her back to Entaru. "So... who's Nero?"
The robed Chosen leant down the thrashing swan, who quickly calmed. Her wings fell back to the ground and her screams dimmed to the soft breaths of sleep. The Chosen stood back up and moved to the Queens side. It whispered into her ear and she nodded. The n she beckoned someone over from the left of stage, a canine member of the security. She whispered into his ear and he gave a salute before marching off stage. The Queen then stepped forward.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have quiet here. Everything is under control and I would appreciate it if you all remained seated while we sort out this issue." While she spoke, guards trickled through the crowd. A pair of cats stepped up behind Entaru.
"Excuse me sir, the Queen requests you come with us." The same was happening to Aman, who stood tall over his canine guards and gave a pleasant smile and open arms. He walked with them without fuss, heading out and around the theatre to the rear entrance.
Deep below the ground, a goat guard marched through the corridors, moving deep into the complex, until a large stone door sat in front of him. He pulled out some keys that echoed as the clattered together while he opened the three locks. The door slid away and within the room a large cage was empty. There was only the shreds of ropes and daylight streaming down through a hole in the ceiling.
"Oh hell." He ran back to the surface.