It was a humble place, Hephaestus' Workshop. The dome building wasn't dramatically large or intentionally attention drawing. It was simple. Simple enough, for a simple man. Though Khalfani had to admit, the structure was odd in comparison to most of Sieghart's architecture. That's what made this the perfect place to have Paradise's first official meeting. Khalfani had kept the location on the D-L if you didn't count the people he intentionally told. There were a few though, that the Panther didn't have enough time to approach in person, but he was absolutely certain that the message was received. "Leggro?" the small rabbit-like creature asked as she rode atop the glorious gryphon around the mountain behind her companion. Xena had a very unique way of communicating so Khalfani never knew what the hell she was actually saying, he just assumed based on the context of the situation they were in. "They'll be here." He said as-a-matter-of-factly, a slight curve of his lips appearing in a devilish way. "Leggro..." she said.
The weather in the North was colder than the rest of the country, yet truthfully out of every region it had to be the most vast. Vast and perhaps even the most dangerous. Monsters roamed aimlessly through the North, freely terrorizing villages and towns. It was one of the reasons why the Dragon Slayer chose the North to set up. It was the furthest away from the king, the most open region in the country, and the people here needed an entity that really stood with them. There was another guild in Orchidia called sleeping calamity. They were hardly going to be a threat. After all, Khnurn had beaten all of their members once upon a time. Khal couldn't imagine them playing with their lives like that again. Already, as the rogue prince stood on the edge of the mountain, equipped with all that he owned, ideas began to lay eggs inside his brain. Sparks of what could be flashed through his mind like fireworks.
The Gryphon walked up beside the spell sword, Xena the Leggro stretched out across his back as the one they had chosen to follow peered over the edge... waiting. Below him there were a thousands stairs for his comrades to climb. They'd likely hate him for it, but Khalfani had to see. He needed to know that they wanted to see Paradise come into fruition just as much as he did. All of the founders needed to be able to overcome obstacles, because one day soon, the obstacles would drop upon them like nuclear bombs, exploding into their lives and consuming all that they held dear if none of them had enough courage or grit to overcome. The blistering cold could be the most annoying part about climbing the stairs but if it wasn't a challenge at all, he'd hardly be surprised.
Above all else, he had hoped his lack of social skills and cold demeanor wasn't too off-putting. Perhaps he should loosen up, it was a good damn day.