The door flew open, all eyes locked to the slow blur. The man was a bit thick and aged, an Elve with thin blonde hair quickly turning white. He wore a soot colored nobleman's attire, baubles bobbing about his pockets, papers tucked under his arm. A conductor's finger twirled up as he sat down in his seat. Down his voice came upon the room.

“Up! Up! There is much to discuss! Let’s get you all caught up and out of this room before you get the chance to break anything else!”

Carrie settled herself in her chair and Ruach stood up, Jorgen set his feet up on the table and Myer tipped his hat down across his face, Tracker spoke up, “I’m settled, let’s start.”