He had absolutely no interest in the diplomatic contents of these inter-group meetings, but he saw their purpose to him clearly. Blackjack could put names and faces together along with their group, building his personal directory and perhaps paving the way to new clients.

The muscular jaguar trailed after the Pittians and found his place beside him, brilliant golden hues scanning the surroundings and taking in all the abundant, overlapping scents and chattering faces. He flashed a glance at Kold, who was fretting that she would make the Pitt look bad. "You'll be fine, Kold," he said to the rotting canine, offering her a faint smile. He failed to see how she could damage the Pitt's reputation at this meeting — and even if she did, did any of them really give a shit? He hoped not.

Meetings were good, Firefly assured herself, meetings were always good.  It was a time to reconnect with the other groups inhabited their small bit of world, it was time of peace.  Usually.  She had donned her reptilian body for the trek and her tongue flicked out at the sight of Vale.  Hm.  She tried to hide her distaste - she thought ve was gone, the little sky-rat. 

She huddled next to Cory, thankful for his presence.  [glow=teal,2,300]"It's been a second since I've been to such a gathering.  Make sure I don't garble it, okay?"[/glow]