"A perceptive observation, Mr. Pax."

The voice that entered the room was a commanding one. It belonged to a venerable man, walking with an expensive looking cane. He locked the door behind him, hung his cloak on a chair and pocketed the keys that were placed on the table. He sat at the opposite end of the table, and motioned for the Planeswalkers to have a seat. As he did, two of the chairs at the table pulled themselves out.

"I must admit, I am disappointed that only four of you have actually arrived. Still, it does mean that we'll have fewer variables to consider." He smiled at the pair. "But where are my manners? As you've probably already guessed, I am the one known as Gav Hall."