The smile was gone, showing that it was a badly veiled threat. After a moment of silence, Clopin looked away deciding to drop the subject. He could handle being smacked across the face. But something told him this girl would do more than that if he didn't back off. He was about to ask another question, when Gillie returned. It was as if the fire had gone out from Damara, when her brother gave her a loving look. "How do you fair Damara, you look unhappy?"

Clopin ignored Gillie and walked on ahead. He managed to catch a look at Damara, she did look rather angry. There was no doubt in Clopin's mind that he had caused her change in mood. Behind him Damara merely shook her head and took back her knife, following Clopin further into the cemetery and closer to the entrance to the Court of Miracles. When they reached the entrance the gypsies checked around to make sure there were not being spied upon. Gesturing for Gillie to help remove the stone slate from the entrance, Clopin offered his hand to Damara as a gentleman should. But she ignored it and stepped into the darkness, without the slightest bit of hesitation. Gillie shrugged at Clopin and leapt into the depths of the crypt. Clopin followed, pausing to close the tomb.

Looking around to where the siblings had gone, he found Damara holding a lit torch in her left hand while her right hand still carried the knife. Walking over to her, Clopin extended his hand for the torch. Damara looked up at him, the light causing her to look gaunt. It wasn't unattractive to Clopin however it was not particularly flattering either. But her eyes became suddenly alluring in a way. In the firelight the jade shards embedded on the mass of slate gray, seemed to jump more. Clopin found himself starring, causing Damara to become slightly agitated and self conscious. Becoming fed up with being starred at; she placed her knife in her mouth, and thumped Clopin on the forehead. Rubbing his head, Clopin glared at Damara, who shrugged, her eyebrows raised slightly. Gesturing to the torch she pulled a 'duh' face and held it out so Clopin would take it. Gillie watched the whole display with raised eyebrows, his sister only acted that way to him. She was normally shy around strangers; he had noticed this in their travels. At times Damara refused to even acknowledge the people they met.

Clopin gave Damara one final look, and then he continued to lead the group on through the dark catacombs. As they descended further into the tunnel their feet were met with squelching sound. Damara met the muck with a snort of disgust; she was already missing the world above with a passion. When Clopin looked over his shoulder at her, she dropped the revolted look from her face. Damara felt she had to prove something to this man; she didn't want him viewing her as a weak willed fool. Looking back at him, she gave him a smile. Feeling the need to provoke Damara, Clopin chuckled and prodded "What do think of my Court so far, little phoenix?"

Gillie paused and looked at Clopin in confusion "Your Court?"

Smirking, Clopin spun dramatically and cried out. "How rude of me, I did not properly introduce myself, did I? Well allow me to do so now!" Sweeping his hat elegantly from his head, Clopin bowed. "I am King of the Gypsies! Puppet Master! Master of Ceremonies! My name is Clopin Trouillefou!"

Smiling he placed his hat back on his head and then he grabbed Damara's hand, kissing it gently. "And who might you be, lady whose grace is only comparable to the fire that you wield?"

Despite herself, Damara found that she was staggered and blushing. Gillie however did not understand Clopin's game. "But I thought we told you our names?"

Clopin laughed a jester's laugh, still holding Damara's hand in his. "True, but we did not have a proper introduction. And so lady, would you do me the honor of telling me your name."

Again he kissed her hand. Paying no mind to the burns that plagued her hands. Damara bit her lip to keep from giggling like a child. Taking her skirts into her free hands, she curtsied to Clopin. "I am the daughter of Petash and Mala Lovell. I, your majesty, your most elegant jester am the Mistress of the Flames! And Damara Lovell is my name."