"Carrot, stick. This is how the game is played. 'Behave and do as we ask, you sleep on feather beds and wear satin. Disappoint us, and...' Though the master mage isn't cultivating his image as well as he might. I don't think there's many layers beneath that ego. It's exactly who he is."

Jean pauses for a sip of wine. "Either way, they'll have us doing their bidding. Maybe it's like an Amusement War--they'll turn us against the poor bastards downstairs and watch as we try to destroy one another."