The trio arrives into the lounge, which is full to burst.

THE WATCHER, drink in hand, shares conversation with THE INVOKER, acting as bartender. Seats away, THE LONELY pointedly avoids joining or being joined for his drinking session.

THE CHAMPION sits cross-armed against a stray table, while THE PRACTITIONER and THE PUNDIT share another. Nervous, THE SONGBIRD straightens up.

FORTHRIGHT: Everyone, your entertainment for the night has finally arrived.

SONGBIRD, yet again, curtsies. It is the only way she knows how to make an entrance or an exit.

SONGBIRD: ...Good evening.
PUNDIT (yelling): O-Oh! It’s Songbird!
SONGBIRD: Yes, it’s me.