Stone always comes to these things, just to stay on top of what's going on, and because it's not hard to get to them when you can fly at dragon speed on your own power. He's in groundling form now, in no small part because his other form wouldn't fit in here comfortably and because he can't ask questions of his own that way, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and eyes moving from Lucius as he speaks, to the newcomers as they listen.

They're bringing children here, now. That's not even a fledgling by groundling standards, from the looks of her-- still very much a baby.

Still, he isn't going to let his displeasure at their kidnappers' choices sour him to the baby, herself. He returns her wave with a smile and a nod. His gray skin might make him stand out, but then, there's not all that many people here to stand out from. At least it makes it obvious that he's not a native, himself.