[Vergil moves past Dante's view of the stage to occupy the spot on the wall beside him. In each hand, he has a full glass of wine. Vergil is not really one to drink, but if there is to be any hope getting through the talent show? Well, one wine glass is wordlessly passed to Dante as the latest performer is brought to the stage to make a fool of themselves in telling whatever tale is meant to captivate the audience. Vergil folds his now free arm across himself as he listens, although his attention is not solely on the monologue before whatever "talent" is subsequently to be displayed. The rest of Vergil's attention is on the crowd itself, watching the Fae as they similarly divide their attention. Granted, their attention is split between the main stage and the little games they appear to be playing with the jesters and harlequins they've brought here rather than scanning for any signs of potential brewing trouble. Vergil refuses to let his guard down for a moment whenever he's in the presence of this many Fae even if he seems to be left well enough alone if he manages to put himself with someone else. He's quiet a moment longer while the talent portion of the performance is being set up before muttering into his cup,]
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It just had to be clowns...