Hookwolf and his Chosen had situated themselves at the corner of the roof that stood highest from the surrounding water.
Because of course they place themself highest, towering over the others.
But seriously, metaphors about their opinions on themselves aside, it does make sense to put Hookwolf, the one inviting to this meeting and presumably taking charge, up high where everyone can see him, especially since there doesn’t seem to be a central table this time (well that makes some of my speculations pointless in retrospect).
Hookwolf stood with his arms folded, densely covered in bristling spikes, barbs, blades and hooks, only his face untouched by the treatment, covered by his metal wolf mask instead.
He’s ready in case trouble comes, and as a bonus, makes himself look even more powerful.
Othala, Victor and Cricket were sitting on the raised edge of the roof behind him. Stormtiger floated in the air just beside Cricket, and Rune had levitated three chunks of pavement into the air behind the group, each the size of a fire truck, like weapons poised at the ready.
I don’t think this is going to make people feel more secure that this is not a trap, though.
Last time, there was a no-powers rule in place. The hosts don’t seem to be holding to that this time.
She sat on the edge of one of the chunks, her feet dangling over Victor’s head. Menja stood just behind Rune on the floating piece of shattered road, twelve feet tall, fully garbed in her valkyrie armor, a shield in one hand and a long spear in the other.
Seriously, even I’m half beginning to doubt whether this could be a trap at this point. Hopefully they’re just trying to make it clear that they’re in charge and won’t be taking kindly to shenanigans.
Any corpses they have to drop into the lake won’t be found for a while.
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