Riachi stopped in his tracks and couldn't move any further. "Name yourself or leave here!"

(It's a relative post order... It's written in the first post...)

"I heard of "Internet" when I was in another parallel world!" chuckled a Rambo with a machine-gun. "Magic has always been more useful!" The man, which was talking to Riachi, looked over some kind of list. "You were invited!" he told Riachi. "Take the seat which has your name on it!" he told Riachi and turned to the other newcomer.

Akahito sighed, and made his way to the "greeter", or at least that is what he seemed to be doing. Multiple realities confused him so, especially what they do with small lightning- electricity is what it was called now that he thought about it. "Akahito." He said, tugging the hanging hem of his hood a little lower.

Akahito made his way over to his seat, giving a polite nod to those also seated as he looked about for a fireplace. "I was not aware I was arranged to be here." He said in his raspy and dry voice, confused somewhat.

"Sounds awfully much like some smith elf.... Riachi said under his breath before he too followed the gaze of the others.