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The food is devoured easily and gratefully – having sated her bloodthirst not that long ago, she isn’t fiending like she has before. The coffee is delicious and Kiada drains her mug and cleans her plate with a satisfied little hum, until the conversation shifts toward the tournament and she diverts away from Deimos’ capabilities (fully believing in him to do quite a number) before she notices his nose wrinkle and a deep little laugh leaves her. “Would you enjoy that?” She asks curiously, wondering what kind of parameters might need to fall under it. Perhaps she’ll ask Remi what his official thought pattern was with putting it together, wondering who all might be involved with the potential of growing year after year. And places to host it, that is, would it be a revolving door of a coliseum between the friendly regions? k i a d a