Two naked shamans with reversed sexual characteristics, two naked young people, two clothed older people with a small army, and a ghost with it's ghost pet... these were the leaders that the Crimson Maiden noted.  Language was not quite a perfect translation, but suffice to say that she understood what they wanted: they wanted to know who or what had called them.  Neither she had a proper answer for; who she was was whatever she called herself for convenience at this point, and 'what'... well, who knows?<br/><br/>Still, from the top of the spire, she leaped down, not stopping herself until... inches from the ground, where she just started...<em>floating</em>.  Right, she could do that, now that she reacted and responded.  After a couple seconds of floating, she landed, boots and nothing but her toned, sensual form, standing in the center of them all.<br/><br/>"I am the one who called you.  I am the Crimson Maiden, and this is my Manse now." she said, stating it matter of factly, holding up the Hearthstone for the Manse (OOC: still need to know this one buddy :3) "I've called you here to discuss uniting the tribes here at the manse."