His chat with Shangrul was abruptly cut short when Liaison sensed the tell-tale energies of the elusive Dreamers in the Lobby. "I wonder which has arrived as a liaison," he chuckled, thinking he was clever, "for the Queen of Dreamers." He didn't have to wait long to find out, as the distinct signs of the aura alluded to one man, Skallagrim the Cughtagh. 

It was little wonder that the records of all history, and almost perfect scouts, were decidedly going to be present at the proceedings, after all, they had been among the first to come up with the idea to host this. It wasn't Skallagrim himself, but an ambitious Xindi named Futhrim. He had to be upset that Skallagrim was chosen for the task of watching the proceedings. A small chuckle left Liaison's lips before he bowed respectfully to the Presidentess, and turned. 

The room was slowly filling up, with some notable names but very few were as interesting as the Cughtagh himself. Yet, the man hadn't entered the room yet, and thus, wasn't as imperative to his attention as the Spirit Beast King, Rosuto. The man was regarded as a legend in many circles, and the only man here that irked Liaison.

[b][color=39b54a]"Liaison,"[/color][/b] Rosuto said, as he looked up from the futuristic viewing monitor he was seated before. 

[color=00aeef][b]"King,"[/b][/color] Liaison replied without returning the look.

[b][color=39b54a]"When will you finally accept an animal?" [/color][/b]

[color=00aeef][b]"When you finally love your son... s." [/b][/color]

He could feel the sneer Rosuto gave him, such was Rosuto's disdain for both of his sons. He couldn't blame him for one, the one who hadn't revealed his name since birth, and had become quite the troublemaker. Nasty abilities. 

Before Rosuto could form a reply, Liaison's head tilted towards the door where the feline-esque woman, Fe'raalah, a relatively new hire, led in and introduced, Skallagrim the Cughtagh. [color=00aeef][b]"Ahh, welcome bac..."[/b][/color]

The Sculptor had arrived, and brought with him the type of narcissism and arrogance that had put him at odds with the Dreamers. [color=00aeef][b]"And I send them my own. Surely they'll finally open up to working with me after this display. Mutually beneficial and all."[/b][/color] Liaison replied, before letting his eyes dart to Skallagrim. 

Taking a step back, he eyed Shangrul, who'd already hacked into the Lobby and was looking at a holographic, 3D version of the lobby on one screen, and watching an old cartoon; one he recognized as 'Teen Titans'. Humorous. 

His eyes turned to Rosuto, who was eyeing the Cughtagh. He'd mentioned before that Skallagrim's spirit was that of a Red-Tailed Hawk named Nattfari, but much like Liaison, the Dreamer's didn't much interact with the world, so they hadn't been united. Those same eyes turned to Kaelin, the newly arrived. What was Rosuto thinking...