"I go by Glaive." He said as he took Weston's hand and gave it a friendly shake. He raised an eyebrow at Hank, a bit intrigued that he was involved in a secret organization of sorts. "It looks to me like we have a well balanced group of individuals."<br/>He was about to ask Hank what kind of organization he was involved in, but was interrupted by the sudden uproar of Mataku.<br/>"However, it seems others are having a hard time getting along." Glaive said as he acknowledged the confrontations that were taking place at the other table.<br/><br/>As he watched them bicker amongst themselves he jotted down some mental notes. Such as having his ears closed when the harpy chose to sing, the oni's immense strength, and the gecko's strange ability to manifest minions out of thin air. He wasn't quite sure how such an ability like that worked or what the limitations to such an ability were but he wasn't in a rush to find. Things usually revealed themselves if you gave them enough time.<br/><br/>Glaive just smirked and quietly watched them from afar. The competition hadn't even started and already people were making the foolish mistake of revealing what they were capable of. Now anyone would be able to think up strategies and tactics to use against them.<br/>"I was told that they would be dividing us up into teams. Did I miss that part already?" Glaive asked no one in particular.