As the World Weaver finished his introduction, Solomon frowned. The final line seemed almost frivolous to him.

"Was this what I had been called here for?" He thought, "To socialize as more lives are lost?" 

Shaking his head in disgust, Solomon began making his way to the communal kitchens to receive a meal. Towering over most of the gathered warriors, his travel time was slow which gave him time to mull over the events before now. His family had received the call nearly two weeks ago from an Sky Kingdom Hussar. At first, he and his family were confused why an enemy was bearing such news, then glad that a cease-fire had been attained, and finally horrified at the circumstances that surrounded it. Solomon's father, Daud, was to old to answer the call, and his older brother Malachi was wheelchair bound after becoming paralyzed as a youth. His youngest sibling, his sister, had just returned home from her academy to celebrate her coming of age. 

So, Solomon answered the call, and with his father's blessing, took his family's ancestral heirlooms, and came to the meeting area. He had been expecting a sort of military speech, then organization into teams, only to be greeted with the prospect of making friends.

"The only good thing is that we start soon," Solomon thought as he entered the communal eating area.