Drake found himself wandering through a large crowd, feeling particularly out of place and confused at the apparent swarm of people who had appeared out of seemingly no where within the past hour. It seemed that they were all here for the meeting that was apparently going to take place although to Drake, he found it all as more of an inconvenience more than anything. After all he had come with the same intention of finding out more information just as they had, however the irritating factor about it was the fact that because they had all conjoined in this one area he was fairly certain almost no one would get the information they were looking for unless they were important enough to simply saunter up to the front of the building that was holding the conference and be allowed inside. 

Still, if Drake had learned anything over his years of surviving in the Rift-lands, it was that there was always two ways of reaching your goal... The obvious one, and the much more difficult one. It seemed that today, he would have to go with the latter option. So rather than joining the meeting as he had intended, he began to wander through the loud gathering of people, listening carefully for any sort of news that would clue him to exactly what was happening here. Eventually rumors would spread, and at least he would have some sort of idea as to what the gathered leaders would choose to do about this catastrophe. After all something like this could massively breach the fragile treaty the Order had with the Rifters... And if that were the case, Drake knew for certain another war could brew. 

He passed by two men who were arguing particularly loudly about the events happening inside, causing him to step a bit closer to them and pull the hood from his torn red jacket just a bit further over his forehead. They were saying something about The Twilight showing up... and the likes of Manya. Well, it seemed most of the big wigs were showing up.