The heatless had already been sent out, accompanied by a few still loyal dusks. Their mission is simple, and explicitly explained. In fact, the orders had been repeated several times to cram it in their memories, and the threat of maximum punishment had been hung over the dusks heads, should they only go about their task in a half attempt. The mission is to find those that still attribute their loyalty to their fallen leader, or alternatly, would rather not serve the new 'management'. Either viewpoint would be good enough. Those that fit the bill, were to meet at a newly designated location, namely the hollow old oak.

Such would be perfect, with it's soft yet constant thrumming to drown out their voices from potential listeners, and it's enclosed form to hide them from hostile eyes. Further, it's great size could still bare a distant reminisance to the castle they had once existed in; not that nobodies exist in the first place. The oak also had some similarities to that old clocktower, with high branches where one could sit and watch the sunset if they so desired. They were not bound to the ground after all, and with a quick trip threw a door to darkness, they could appear anywhere in this forest. The interior isn't exactly as spacious as Where Nothing Gathers had been, nor is there the variation in seating levels. Essentially, this location would put any nobody who gathers at a rather equal level.

First and foremost to arrive, an ice blue stag steps threw the mouth of the tree's cavernous hollow, and silently takes a place at the opposite 'wall'. His step is silent, though his manner of walking had shifted from business-like to the stride of a war general. Focused, deliberate, confident, and powerful. Reaching that wooden back of the hollow, he sits and crosses one hoof over the other in a very business-like manner. Yellow eyes close patiently, and ears perk attentively as he awaits the arrival of any who would arrive.