As Marcaunon had stepped out of the portal that had seamlessly taken him to the planned destination, he was immediately presented into what had appeared to be a dining room. Accompanying the room was a long table, presumably for dining, along with chairs pushed under formally for neatness. Odd enough was the light trip from the middle of a forest to a questionable meeting of mystery and strangeness, but Marcaunon handle it best by simply allowing himself to process the situation carefully while staying alert.

As the fox that had greeted him earlier came in after, the portal closing behind, a mannerly voice had greeted the elf. 

[i][color=MediumBlue]“Hello kind sir. Please take a seat, we will get this meeting under way.”[/color][/i]

Though he had seemed formal and polite, Marcaunon spoke no words as he did what was kindly told of him. Such things as nice gestures weren’t of importance as things still remained a mystery for now, but hopefully soon will the answers be revealed of what brings such an occasion of strangers to meet.

As he promptly found a seat, he witnessed that he was not the only creature to be brought up into this mysterious event. In the room before him was the likes of a devilish looking creature, familiarized with the sights of red skin and horns. Unusual it was for the elf, but the situation started becoming more strange as another elf had made an appearance through a portal, one wing on her back.

One more person had made their way into the dining room, this one being a humanly looking woman of a very timid personality as she made her presence known by simply saying hello in a stuttering tone, taking a seat afterwards. Marcaunon was becoming suspicious as to what the purpose was of brining not only him, but the people that had now surrounded him as well. What is the purpose of all of this?

Stating that there is more beings to arrive, the man that had brought them here made his name known as Claudius Ravenwood. Simply suggesting that everyone was to greet each other and try to know one another, Marcaunon did the opposite and kept to himself. He had no interest in knowing anyone else in the room, nor did he care to hear of what they had to say. Instead, he kept his eye closely on Claudius, wondering as to what his intentions were.

Soon after, a shadowed figure of a man made his way into the room, using what looked to be a bottle of wine as he poured its liquid content into the glass next to Claudius. With superiority, Claudius stated that this figure named Adam would give any sort of food or drink if asked as the dark smoking figure began making his way around the table. 

Once he was done with the red skinned creature, the figure made his way towards Marcaunon, awaiting to what request would be made, though the elf wasn’t in need of anything offered to him.

[i][color=MediumAquamarine]“No, thank you,”[/color][/i] spoke the elf with a tone of condescension, [i][color=MediumAquamarine]“I’d rather keep myself attentive than drown myself in beverages that devolve me to intoxication.”[/color][/i]

Declining the offer, Marcaunon rested his elbows onto the table in a position of careful thought, focusing on Claudius carefully.