Following her gaze upwards, it was easy to identify who was in charge here. He had his own dais, finer clothes than the assemblage around him, and when the fight ended a gesture from him seemed to seal the winners fate. The match, apparently, hadn't met his approval. He appeared bored and with a wave of his hand, a guard walked out and decapitated the winner. The crowd cheered it's support. "It's going to be hard. We got ourselves mixed up in something big and bad." Truthfully, the thought of a coup was far from his mind. Danny thought they would be very lucky to simply stay alive.