Whew, randomized groups? This seemed like a recipe for disaster; a slaughter-fest just waiting to happen. Some people here had doubtlessly come with their groups. Dynamics and friendships would doubtlessly be tested, not that it mattered to him. Sylvy had come alone, so really any help at all was a positive change... Or, well, in most cases. There were without doubt, some exceptions. The Teifling stepped forward, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes. One thing was certain, his name had better be in there, or he'd be serving a humans lifetime in prison...