On hearing a flood of new Sundered had arrived, Tenn hurried to the Arrival Hall. Since the Three Dragon War, the fates of those cast away had been heavy on his mind. Had they been sent back home? He hoped so. But this being the work of a dragon, they could've been flung into the far cosmos or... sufficed to say, Tenn was worried.

Even telling himself to be ready for anything, he has to stand there a moment in the doorway staring in disgust at the... food fight. (Birony, why?!) But leaving is not an option, as Tenn catches sight of a familiar brown-haired swordsman....

“Eleven!”

If Tenn's voice doesn't reach him, the pink umbrella suddenly Discovered to his left to block an incoming pie certainly will!