With a whoosh and a kling, Zane appeared in the middle of the runic array. He nervously laughed a little at the involuntary death glare the chief custodian sent his way. The squid wasn't even [s]entirely[/s] his fault, not his problem the masters mistook it for an eldritch abomination from the dungeon dimensions. Though that might have been because it was bright yellow...

Torn from his musings, he pulled a collapsable chair from his bag and sat down to watch the others flash in. Hopefully there were some people to make this year a bit more interesting. Freya was fun, but she still hadn't forgiven him for turning her neon pink. The fact that she was lucky the half finished device didn't detonate explosively was lost in her indiscriminate rage. Speaking of which...

He pulled out a pair of novelty glasses with fake nose and moustache. Perfect disguise.