If the ayakashi I have come across back home are any indication, then that entails several weeks straight of sake consumption and, subsequently, intoxicated parlor-games and rampages through human territory, [Matoba cheerfully replies, munched through some caramel corn.] Much closer to the Night Parade's festivities, really. So in that case, I think we can be glad that they have chosen to emulate human pasttimes.

[Matoba charges forward to pick seats, and he presumes that Kimmuriel will follow too, so he makes sure there's a pair towards a middle row. Hmmm... Is pulling rank for good seats acceptable, around here...?] Perhaps there are concerns that there may be ...vacancies, [He murmurs, choosing to be more selective in that regard given they were surrounded in close quarters by fellow clansmen.] If certain segments of the Alliance decide they were not thrilled with that display, as many in our ranks seemed.

[He's not going to publicly state his opinion again, because they commiserated already, but- that fallout they had wondered about- it was likely to arrive swiftly.] ...I have already sensed a few out worth following up on. I suppose it is a duty of mine, now, if our boss sees fit to secure more practitioners...

Oh, also, [He glances towards Kimmuriel, raising an eyebrow at the glasses.] It's already quite dim in here, is it not?