Lamia the Witch Queen sashayed in just in time to hear someone complain about getting bored already. Holding her head high, the tall woman in the old-fashioned yet stylish black and red dress, calmly sat down at the large table in a chair that wasn't next to anyone else. She looked every single one of them over without saying a word. There were different abilities and talents here, such a motley group that she would normally shun associating with.