The Danse Macabre touched down almost 50 meters from the gathering of the First Tribe. They were ready for her, all armed to the teeth and ready to rain totemic destruction on what they probably considered invaders. But then again Lenore could not be bothered, at least not yet. It wasn't as if something couldn't go wrong, but as it stands she was aiming for a diplomatic approach, though frankly speaking she didn't think this rabble of savages would be all too willing to give her a listening ear, but never the less she had something she had to do here, no matter how this was going to turn out, she had to prove not just herself but everyone else that she can and could handle matters without having to set entire civilizations on fire.