Tomorrowland (Legion Meeting)

It was time. Perhaps he should have been more nervous than he was, but Tyrian was strangely calm. He'd had just enough time to think everything to death so now he was of the opinion there was no sense worrying anymore. What happened, happened. He would sink or he would swim, and there was really nothing more he could do at this point. Plans had been drawn, lines rehearsed, and that was really all that was in his control right now, wasn't it? He'd have a whole pack to worry about soon enough.

Tyrian strolled into the meeting place and quickly looked over those gathered. He was early, it seemed. That was all well and good; it meant he could get to the front and sit reasonably close to Chaos without too many curious eyeballs following his every move. Granted that would stop no one from side-eying him as they arrived, but he thought he could handle their individual, and thus less potent, gazes.

He picked a place that was a respectable distance from Chaos and opted to sit catty-corner between the current alpha and his subjects. This way he wasn't with either group. Was that cheating? Perhaps a little, but he could live with that.