Sesshoumaru growled as he was led out of his cell, protesting the way he had been chained up. The soldiers had put a heavy metal collar around his neck with a thick chain to go along with it, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. The guards only shoved him forward roughly, and he scoffed and kept moving. Obviously, it would do no good to threaten the cocky warriors.
They led him up a staircase, through a few hallways, and he realized they were going the roundabout to the dining hall. It was the same hall that the dancers usually used, along with the play-actors and the comic clowns. He clenched his teeth in anger as he realized that he was meant to be a sort of show for the demons at the banquet. They hadn't pulled him out there yet, but he knew well enough that they were waiting to bring him on as a sideshow.