Nyrissa would recognize the man, and would speak quietly to Devaguea, once they were settled. "That is the Lost Prince, one of the Eldest. His aspects are forgotten things, sadness, solitude... so it is probably for the best that we let him be," she said, clearly sounding nervous in the presence of such a being. Even if the lot of them were strong, an Eldest was capable of ripping an entire country into an alternate plane, and not to be trifled with.<br/><br/>Fortunately, they do not have to wait long, before the others arrive - the next to arrive was a strange figure, compared to the human-looking Shyka and Lost Prince, more akin to the Lantern King in nature; a robed human woman with three equidistant faces (one red-haired, one black-haired, one blonde) on her head, who moves with absolute confidence, and an unhurried stride, to take her spot in the clearing. She politely acknowledges the man already there, who nods back, but no words are exchanged.<br/><br/>"Magdh," Nyrissa said. "Goddess of Complexity and Fate." She looks about to say more when what was obviously Shyka, by the outfit, and the fact they simply appeared and began talking as if they'd been there the whole time, popped in and began to speak. "Come forth, oh Cursed King and Tarnished Queen. Bear forth your supplication that we, the Eldest, may judge."