[Mattius]

"Ranchard!" Lord Ekatran's voice boomed out against the vast stone walls.

In the corner he sat, frozen with joy. Heads began to turn and people began to mummer, Ranchard? Surely not. But he had been chosen. The big man stood on his chair and raised his hands to recieve a cheer from the crowds. The slaves were silent.

Quickly he dropped the spinal cord of the dog he was playing with and began to trot down the stairs, half bent over like an ape creature all the while cackling maically. His sub-concious forced him to close his eyes and push down his maddness, it may mean his exclusion from the Hunt even at this late stage. As he opened his eyes he stood more upright and ceased to laugh. He smiled though, smiled at the slaves he passed, kicking sand and dirt in to some of their stupid faces.

As he approached the chosen slaves he looked them all up and down.

"Yes, Ranchard will like disecting you my dear, with a curved blade I will remove your liver..." The slave took a sharp breath in panick and Ranchard began to cackle once more.

Ekatran raied his right arm and Ranchard took his seat to the right of the Lord. There were empty seats next to him to be filled by more hunters and that would be done immdiately as Lord Ekatran once again went forth to choose a name.