Threat
Belialthorn was having a pretty good time, if a little bored. The time spent here could have been put in studying his formations but being here was also as important.
He sat beside Alaric, who sat at the center of a raised platform in the middle of the room. The Magistrate had provided it and it was there that Alaric's guests had been forced to come and offer greeting to the sitting Lord.
It amused Belialthorn as the humans hid their glare under warm eyes and sneered under smiles. They didn't like that Alaric sat and they had to bow to him.
And to Belialthorn too because he never stood up for any of them. Unlike Captain Nash who stood at attention behind them, as Alaric's guard for tonight.
"What do you think?" Alaric asked as he gazed into the crowd of people who held Havenbrook together with their wealth and power, one way or the other.