Before the start of the meeting a box had been delivered to the doorstep of Burbof Town Hall. It was just a normal box, no super valuable and magical loots inside it at all. Obviously a normal box like this one wouldn't have two holes in the bottom covered up by cloth that seemed big enough for a dog to stick its legs through. Why are you asking me these questions anyway? You didn't? Then shut up!
...Anyway, the perfectly average box was not picked up by anyone inside the building, a sign of rude hosts to not accept deliveries during a super secret conspiracy meeting. So the box had to step inside for them quickly, a thing these normal boxes do nowadays. During the course of the briefing the box sat patiently in the empty, shadowy, lonely corner, trying to maintain it's box-like manners in the presence of the 'nice' would-be kidnappers. The briefing was over, people began to shuffle about between the sign-up table and the snackbar happily. Still no attention on boxie ol' boy, beginning to feel a bit left out.
"What does a package need to do to get delivered in this town? No wonder why the postmen go on insane murder sprees around here." were the words that began echoing in the hall. "Or do I need to use my booming voice?"
When the others began to look around for the location of the intruder, the box said, "I'm the square-ish fellow in the corner here. Am I intruding on the shady festivities?" Inside the box sat Trakel, laid out like a pile of jade coins. Would he be opened, he'd change form into the head of whatever weapon the individual was carrying to show off his main skillset for the campaign.