Someone people-watching might have already spotted the person he needs to find.

"You haven't happened to spot a woman with skin like brass?  Or possibly literally brass?  She would be among the elected."

"Not yet, and I'd expect her to stand out even in this motley." Handshake? "Aniol Reixach de Juncosa."

He gives an appropriately firm handshake back.

"A pleasure to meet you.  Quirze Zacarías Espino y Aspramunt."

It still feels somewhat weird to use his full name after shortening it for so many years in Axis.

"And where do you hail from? Juncosa's up in Menador."

"Aspramunt is in Longmarch, although when I was alive I had some kin in Menador!" 

He sighs, somewhat dramatically.

"I haven't been as proactive meeting my peers since returning to life as I would have liked, some local problems I was working on, then I figured once I saw the convention announcement that this would be a good opportunity to meet them, so I put it off further!"

"Ah, I haven't seen you about in Charthagnion Manor, it's become something of a hub for the Menadorians. Though I must warn you, most of us weren't dead for any length of time."

"I figure I will need to work with my peers one way or another.  The Queen has made her decision on who to replace and I will abide by it.  Perhaps I will visit if that wouldn't be too presumptuous?"

Quirze has forgotten more than half of the etiquette he learned in his first life.

"You'd have to check in with the archduke if you're uncertain of your welcome - that's him in that corner, not the orc but two down from the orc - but he seems to mean to be a perpetual host."

"Excellent yes.  I really haven't connected as well as I should have.  I'm uncertain if my duke is ignoring me or failed to receive my correspondence.  I might have need of aid with my lands soon... depending on how my meeting with the brass skinned woman goes."

"The mail's been worse than usual, it's plausible he never saw it, though I don't know which duke you're under, I'm afraid geography isn't my forte. Is she the elected from your county?"

"That she is.  The 'Martell Alçat' .  Folk hero against Asmodeus and his diabolist followers.  Hopefully just against diabolists and she's just been... slow to receive news about the recent change.  But I'll find out soon enough and make my offer."

"Sounds like it would lead to an exciting home life, if I take your meaning."

"Ah, you guessed my ingenious plan already!  Well, I'll try to feel out her temperament quickly, but I think overall I wouldn't mind some excitement.  What else did I come back to the material plane for?"

"I wish you the best of it. Where did you come back to us from?"

"Axis!  Very comfortable, very prosperous, but... I guess I just felt like I wasn't doing anything of importance and I was a bit bored even as enjoyable as it could be."

"It sounds nice," says Aniol, wistfully.

Oh right, if he's one of the ones that didn't die, he might be in for quite some trouble with his afterlife.

Quirze struggles for a few moments trying to find something comforting or useful to say, his emotions visible on his face.  Eventually he settles on a bland statement.

"Yeah it is."

"I hold out some hope but it's a very thin one."

"I don't know what you've heard so far, but I think the information available in Axis is better than on the material if you want a more accurate picture for considering your options? I looked it up once after receiving some news of a relative's fate."

He braces himself to prepare to recite the most important facts.

"- I'm afraid I made a rather permanent error when I was sixteen."

"Hell is bad enough I think almost anyone should take the final blade or petrification or feed themselves to daemons.  I... can cite numbers on Axis's estimates of ratios of paving stones to lesser devils to even worse fates if that would clarify my reasoning."

"I'm not old enough to go sign up for the Final Blade this week, but I assure you it's on my mind if I can't find a way to wiggle out of my situation."

He gives a nod at that.

"Well, if any firmer estimates on your odds in Hell would help you just let me know."

He notices people starting to settle in their seats.  And he kind of wants an excuse to end this conversation.

"My seat is a bit further that way, I should get seated.  Let me know later if you see the brass skinned woman, her name is Sefora I think."

"Certainly."

He takes his seat and tries not to dwell on the world he was brought back to.