Sylphy's pirate group tore into the clearing like a pack that had finally smelled blood.
They came in a rough, aggressive line, still carrying the leftover speed from the forest. Boots slammed onto the smooth stone. The underlings were loud and greedy the moment they crossed the boundary. Eyes locked on the empty circles right away. Several lower-ranked Multiversals and Universals broke formation and sprinted toward the nearest open seats, weapons already half-drawn, ready to shove or cut anyone who got in their way.
"Empty seats! Grab them before the others!"
"Move, you slow bastards!"
"First come, first served!"
From the people already sitting, different thoughts rose at the same time.
Soren Vale watched the noisy arrival with calm, measuring eyes. His thin hands stayed folded in his lap. 'Finally. More people. The circles will fill faster now. Good.' He kept his silver reading low and steady, simply observing the new group without moving.
