The dor* bursts open letting the howling wind, smelling of steel dust and carrying snowflakes, swish through the room. With the doors open all of the people are forced to pay attention to the latecomer. He strides in, nods to FeatherWriter- whishpering something that sounds suspiciously like Renarin- winks and asks Matrim how married life is, gives Quiver a knowing look, ignores the little flaming ewok, and then bows deeply to Princess Delightful.
"Wasing apologizing of the lateness, Princess"
Realizing that the draft is blowing all the refreshments away, the latecomer snaps his fingers, and the doors dance close.
"Hello Elsa, I bring news. As a follower of princess Delightful I also serve you. My power is immense as I am both a Lurker and a Scholar. I have decided that at last I must join a side, or be left sideless- which is a fate far worse than Witless- so I have come to swear my feality to you through the Lady Delightful."
*Dor, Yes I'm a participant in cosmere puns.