*Exactly 5 hours later*
A man 5ft 7, a shorter man at 5ft 4, and a girl at 5ft 2 all wore cloaks while looking around for something, or maybe someone. There was an extravagant-looking carriage right next to them that had all its doors open while at the other side of the carriage stood a single man who wore a black and white tuxedo while sharpening the ends of his curving mustache.
"We are supposed to meet in 3 minutes! How are they not here yet?" Asked the tallest, the eldest man amongst the three cloaked figures.
"Dad, Stop complaining! If the meeting time has not come yet, then why are we worried?" Asked a masculine voice mixed with the tone of a pubescent child from the 5ft 4 figure
"What do you know? If they don't come 5 minutes early then it means they either don't appreciate us, are newbies or are simply running late. Every single excuse I had just made for them is worse than the other, meaning we are screwed" The man grabbed his hair under the cloak and started to pull it.