My Reasoning

I took Bridagon, the gathered slaves, and the group of magicless princess assassins I had collected so far back to Dreams. It was a fast trip there and back, but both Wendy and I were very adamant about everyone closing their eyes. I didn't want to have to keep washing puke off the ground each trip, but the trickle of slaves was starting to slow.

I was sure there were more than what had come forward, so that meant I would have to go hunting after dealing with the rest of the slave masters. They had all quieted down and were waiting patiently with stone expressions. The fear of becoming a small divot on the moon's surface served as enough to remember their new status. 

I walked back over to the line and Wendy joined me, making a set of chairs for Wendy and myself, then a table to put my arms on if I needed a lean forward ominous expression. Then, as I was about to sit down, I realized that this would take a while, so I created two groups of chairs.