Prince Elior did as he was told.
He extended his pinky like the rest of them, gallantly and without revealing the sheer level of confusion he felt over a decisive pact he had never even heard of. But he did it anyway.
And maybe he did it a little too well, because moments later, he found himself with the poor appendage still sticking out stiffly as the world around them blurred.
They disappeared.
And reappeared.
Elsewhere.
As in, very elsewhere.
It didn't have the same roof. Not even the same sky. Clearly, they were no longer within the bounds of the Expo Hall or anywhere near DG's booth.
Even if he were uncultured or painfully insensitive, he was certain that they couldn't possibly be in the same place as before.
Well.
There was also the possibility that he had died and ascended to heaven.
That remained a very viable option, especially as his eyes kept looking around.
