Danny wasn't aware just how many new arrivals there were, or that he'd arrived just after another new person. His extremely tall, thin frame made him feel like he stuck out a little, but he didn't care too much. They were Lost, all of them. If they weren't bizarre in one way or another, they wouldn't be here. He smiled a little at the surroundings. This would be pleasant. And who knew? Perhaps there would be a desperate, and pressing need for a Smith.
Now, who has the strongest Autumn Mantle here... ah, the guy in the centre of the group.
He moved over, but kept a bit of distance so as not to interrupt. The candlelights danced in the air around him, and his multi-jointed fingers gripped the handle of his cane. Despite himself, he was a little nervous. Meeting new Changelings could be a disaster if they were, for example, completely insane.
With luck, the Lost here would not be collectively a hamper of food, a set of deckchairs, a rug, and a colony of ants short of a picnic.