Zephryn was scared as hell. He didn't care about his fright. He had no time to dwell on those things he had no control over. Afterall, that was why he was frightened; the events he had no control over. His eyes panned the room, darting from person to person. The room contained several magical folks; none of whom he knew. They were all strangers to him. He was tempted to engage<span style="font-style: italic">Guise of the Spirit Realms</span>which allowed him to travel between the planes. But he chose not to. If this place really was the seat of the rebellion, he wanted to see, hear and feel it firsthand. If it was a trap, then he would engage his gift and simply leave.<br/><br/>As it turned out, he made the proper choice. The red lanterns, he mistakenly considered to be candles, caused all cloaking spells and illusionary casts to dissipate, revealing each person's true identity. In the case of several creatures, they weren't even human. He knew he was short for a human, but some of these beasts were exaggerated beyond belief. This excited Zephryn Stinson.<br/><br/>Eventually,<span style="font-style: italic">a blonde haired man with long hair, a handlebar mustache and a beard slowly walked to the front of the room</span>. He spoke in a voice that sounded as though it were enhanced or projected by some arcane assistance.  He settled the crown down and then spoke to all,<span style="font-style: italic">“I welcome you to Talim’s Downfall, the organization committed to stripping this kingdom, from the grip of Talim. I apologize for removing your illusions, but we must all be able to identify one another .”</span>The man appeared to possess an omniscient air about him. That in and of itself created a sense of distrust for Zephryn. Obviously, this man knew things none of the rest of the group could possibly know. When one person knows everything, and the group knows nothing, the one who knows must assuredly be up to something.<span style="font-style: italic">'I just know it!'</span>Zephryn thought to himself.<br/><br/>Apparently, the trip here was out of Zephyr's control as well. "Well if that don 't beat momma's baked biscuits," Zephyr muttered loud enough for those closest to him to hear. He was certainly agitated about this entire revelation.<span style="font-style: italic">There must be more to this than what Mr. Wonderful is detailing.'</span><br/><br/>The man addressed the assembly in a dictatorial manner,<span style="font-style: italic">“In this organization we have two important rules you need to worry about. First, we work in the shadows and do not engage in outright rebellion."</span>Zephyr joined in the outbursts with the crowd to make it appear he was in agreement with everyone else. He honestly didn't know why the assembly was upset with Mr. Wonderful, but it should at least appear he was on their side. He didn't want his skepticism to get the better of him.<br/><br/>Mr. Wonderful continued,<span style="font-style: italic">“This is because our goal is to rid us of the mad king as quickly as possible. Not to foolishly call attention to ourselves."</span>The crowd began to settle down. Zephyr was honestly happy for that fact. He hated unruly crowds. They bothered him more than words could honestly describe.<span style="font-style: italic"> “Second, whatever goals you may have during the execution of our plan, must be a secondary priority to our task of ending Talim's reign."</span><br/><br/>In the next instant, Zephyr had what appeared to be a chance card in  his hand. It was mostly white, with the symbol of the moon imprinted upon it. Zephyr glanced around and realized the four people closest to him held the same card as he.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Any questions before you are briefed on your tasks?”</span>Mr. Wonderful added after the assembly inspected the chance cards in their hands.<br/><br/>Zephyr, not one to control himself, "Yes, could you please point out the facilities? I really need to do number one." He allowed a light smile, calming hopefully.