Tacheon staggered into the building, leaving a trail of dampness on the carpet as he went. The others all turned their heads to him, and it had an unnerving effect; he was used to nobody knowing him. From what he could make out in the firelight, a few familiar faces stood out in the small crowd, but that was to be expected, knowing the nature of the place. One threw him reeling, though.
"Kartaikian Stormcloud?!" he exclaimed, reaching for his blade but then steadying his hand, "What in the world are the likes of you doing here?"
He then noticed the rest of the crowd continuing to stare at him, and he took a seat in a particularly poufy chair near the fire, but away from Kartaikian. "Yes, that is to say... hello, everyone!"
