In the silence that no doubt followed the outburst of the skull kid and the darknut just before the general outrage that normally follows such statements, a something wooden creaked loudly. 

Magus sighed breathlessly as he started to shift his body around, canceling his day time nap as the noise of the gathered group finally grew to great to ignore. Forcing himself back to his feet, the hooded figure turned its darkness covered gaze towards those gathered around the graveyard, inspecting those who had also seemed to have answered the call. There was no face to see, so facial expressions where impossible to tell and his tone of voice betrayed nothing in turn. "[i][b]Either the goddesses have some divine plan for everyone gathered here that is so masterfully weaved together that the presence of all of us will make sense only in hind sight, or they are really, really despite and they are scraping together everything that has nothing better to do than answer their call. There is only one way to figure out which is which and that is to wait for Lethe the fairy to explain herself. While killing each other before she arrives would give me an answer to my question, I would rather hear what is happening in the big picture before the blood starts to fall. Does anyone have any issue with waiting?[/i][/b]