Emrikor

Hey, you.
Yes, you. The one eyeing me weirdly from over there.
Come a bit closer. Bit more. I don't bite. Much.
There. Now we can talk.
So, you're just wandering the back Stacks for fun?
I can help with fun.
I can lay hands on anything, be it lore, exalts, eggs, familiars...
All you have to do is pay a proper price.
So...
What do you wish for?

The rest of the Catacombs never knew what happened to that invitation. Not a single Doorkeeper laid eyes upon it, any Seer who tried to look only saw darkness(and a cruelly shifting pair of eyes, which none of them ever dared to mention in daylight). All the leaders ever found out was the Games were indeed held that week, but as to who went... that, only one dragon knew- and he wouldn't tell. Emrikor slithered silently through the still air, making his way to the Grounds. Nothing like a Chaos game to brighten up his week. Blood, warps, and lots of dragons to pickpocket. What more could he ask for from his vacation? This was going to be fun.
The other spirals never had a chance. Janus brought in the scroll, and all of them leapt for it- Spiratia the powerful mage duking it out with Ordinal the Seer, Quimundi and Viridis tangled together, left in the wake of the swift moving black market dealer, child of the Snek, who was in the mood for a vacation. Everyone just stared as his claws grasped the scroll and he shot up to the center of the cavern, performing an odd twist as he vanished from sight.