Once everyone arrived, the express elevator was opened up, allowing the five access.  Once the doors closed to carry people up, the elevator shot straight up like a bullet, carrying everyone to the surface in a manner of seconds.  Thankfully, likely a testimony to the kindness of every deity associated with the finer arts, the elevator did not play any muzak.<br/><br/>The rooftop of the building offered a view that was nothing sort of exceptional.  Although other skyscrapers in the city managed such a tremendous height, the very location in the center of the city matched alongside the other buildings so that neither the view of the mountains to the west, nor the ocean to the east would be at all blocked.  Other than a foot-high barrier, nothing prevented the examination of the exceptional panorama.<br/><br/>A grand table has already been set up in elegant formality, with an old man already seated and speaking in French with a Maitre D.  The old man wore a thick pair of sunglasses that covered half his face and kept his eyes completely shielded, and his tuxedo and watch displayed his wealth as a matter of casual elegance.  Even so, he appeared rather tired and world-weary, as if a bit worried to discover how this meeting might end up.  "Monsieur," the Maitre D interrupted, glancing back to the elevator, "vos invités sont arrivés."<br/><br/>"Ah, welcome," said the old man, his voice somewhat muffled by the ravages of age.  "As you may have already guessed, I am Joseph Altmeyer, and have a matter to discuss involving your divine ancestry.  Please have a seat, and don't be worried about my staff; they only speak French and will not understand your words."  His face tilted slightly towards theirs, but didn't seem to follow anyone's movement.