They had no clue what a monthly meeting is or where it was, but led by another, the unnamed being walked with their head forward and eyes blankly staring. The two were the first to arrive, unsurprisingly, to the crater. For a moment, their dull hues looked up at the large tree within it's center. Was that... curiosity? The plain white serval did not know. Nor did they care. Even so, the tree before them was one to be admired. Maybe not by them, but the others who were soon to come.

After being told to sit patiently by the kind escort who led them here, the strange being sat down where The Pitt usually gathered. They were probably not going to mingle.

— Reggan

Romulus Malus was completely unaware of the recent tensions between Tanglewood and The Typhoon. In fact, they were allies for the longest time. He assumed they were fine and dandy. Neutrality was important with the kingpin, especially between two of the longest thriving and biggest groups. Even so, it appeared he would either have to pick a side or succumb to silence soon. Even so, cluelessness kept him from being silent as he arrived into the meeting. Only when Lucinder's flames shot down their back did he pull back physically and offer a glance sideways towards the other Coalitioners following nearby.

As periwinkle eyes ran over the crowd, Romulus started to notice scowls and smirks being exchanged across the board. New wounds appeared on familiar faces, while others seemed to be flexing their superiority. One female even appeared to be missing an eye. Something, obviously, had to be up.

Cautious paws led him away from going to the front of the crowd and instead he stopped at the crater's border. Swallowing, he raised his head up to present a confident identity to the others. Over time, Romulus had grown used to being a leader, but always was worried in the face of tension. Instead, he let a façade push him forth. "It appears no one has spoken up yet," the leader noted. "So I will."

The kingpin looked at the crowd, picking out faces he had seen before. Jormungand was someone he was going to prominently ignore due to their past, leaving The Pitt unable to be discussed with at the moment. Instead, he turned his attention on the other two groups: Tanglewood and The Typhoon. "How have been your groups been fairing?" came the question of the night.