Chat with the others.

"Do you know who brought us here? Maybe we can check out that tent," you suggest.

Vex turns. "A tent? Oh. Hmm. That isn't so bad of an idea."

"Please be patient," says the maid. "Master will arrive shortly. For the time being, I will return with drinks. Hopefully the other guests will make their appearance before we are ready."

She does as she says, returning to the tent, and retrieving some tea. This continues for a bit longer, and you watch William's flying fortress get closer. It doesn't take too much time for it to completely eclipse the sky. Thankfully it's already night and the host has provided you with warm, glowing lights, or else you'd be completely blanketed by the island overhead.

A rope lowers down from far above. Then you see two figures make their way down rather quickly. Each of them lands in the grass by the table. Then, the rope is pulled all the way back up. That's not all. There's a third figure, but it's drifting down without the rope's assistance at all.

William Cresswell steps forwards, dressed as he usually is. The man pushes up his glasses with one hand and retains the concealment of his other in his pocket. You did see it back in the fight against Sa'dis. That's where he hides his magic rings so that his opponents don't know he possesses them until it's too late. That must be it. He looks to you with bold blue eyes--coat blowing in the breeze. "I see you've been well since our last meeting, Warren. I wasn't exactly certain what would happen after the fall of Sa'dis."

You stand up to meet his gaze. "And I didn't know you'd suck out his soul and fly away straight afterwards," you reply.

Vex slips her feet down off the table and stands as well. "You did what?"

"We knew that Sa'dis fell, though the details aren't so reliable," says Masumi. "But it seems that perhaps both of them were present at the time, my lady."

Guess this is a pretty good introduction. "Yeah. We killed Demon King Sa'dis."

"I'm really not surprised." Vex shrugs. "He was an idiot and a weirdo."

"You knew him?"

"Barely. Last I heard he was heading to some place near Tivera to raise an army and take it over. Dumbass. Like he could do that alone."

The one behind William is somebody new--an elf. Though you then see Jika the harpy drift down with her winged arms out-stretched. Her talons pierce into the grass as she lands with grace. Of course, she's mostly cloaked, but you can still tell she's a harpy quite clearly. Black feathers extend out from her sleeves as they slip back down, and long bangs of the same colour stick out of her hood. She has a cold, yellow stare, but says absolutely nothing.

As for the elf, her hair is white and braided back into a small ponytail behind. One of her eyes are blue, but her other is covered by a black patch tied back around her head. She wears a pitch-black leather top tied tightly around her stomach with a series of belts, and the sleeves reach into a pair of matching gloves. There are a few more belts present around her forearms. The garb passes beneath a belt hanging at her waist, and then down between her legs on the front and back like a wide loin cloth. The thighs are otherwise bare. Beneath that, long boots tied with even more buckles. There are a number of small blades on her person and then one short sword sheathed at her hip.

The dragon isn't here. So I really have no idea how many people he actually has.

Vex crosses her arms. "I've heard about you..." she mumbles.

"I have a feeling that introductions will be in order soon," William replies. "I doubt everybody is here. We have yet to see our host."

With Vika on his left and the elf on his right, he takes a seat at the corner of the table. Vex its approximately across from you, and now William sits to the right. The maid stands silently at the border of the magic circle to your left. Each guest has brought two allies just as instructed. However, there is one thing that concerns you. It's about William's presence.

"Since when are you a Demon King?" you bluntly ask.

Before he can speak, you notice everybody turn one by one to the tent. With the maid here, there must be somebody new. Three figures emerge in fact, and they slowly make their way through the pathway of compact snow formed by the scurrying of their servant while she was previously supplying refreshments. One is Meti. You instantly feel a deep sickness in their presence. There's a tingle down your spine, and you feel short of breath. You shake as if you're about to have a panic attack despite not recognizing two of them at all.

They step into the warmth of the circle and halt. Everybody watches closely.