<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/%5E0F8DB8EF0ABA58288E2BF177AE1807F9D5648E9E7743370419%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Accepting that this was totally out of control and that she was going to be inundated with a continual flow of beautiful young women, Arctic Fox did the only thing she could. Accepted and took control. Standing up she raised her flagon of mead, and looking out to the assembled, raised her voice, "Thank you all for coming, and welcome to the first annual meeting of the Unlikely Sisters." She laughed at herself as she continued. "Seriously, I know not what brought us together nor why I feel so comfortable with you all, but I do welcome you to my table. I am called First of Air out of Whitewall and aside from Master of Ceremonies, I specialize in public relations. To my right here, is our Master at Arms, Winter Flame, I do request introductions all around as we have come from across the map it would seem for this gathering." With her greetings she waved to the assemblage and offered her sister as well. And she encompassed all of the girls in her spread arms.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/%5E846E518B1481611CD008024DF9F2F1C7B2480FC20110854ECB%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Winter Fire nodded to all around in mock seriousness, a nod and a gentle caress upon her greatsword. She smiled and took a bow, but let her sister adjust and fall into character. This was what she expected of Arctic Fox, master of the moment and excellent at reading the room. "What she means to say is why not make a luncheon a special occasion and meet those you feast with."