The grey cloaked man couldn't help but feel a little smug on his flying platform, as he quite literally looked down at everyone in the group, well, almost everyone; the Dragon was still flying next to him; it's mere existence violating the square cube law, 'it must be able to manipulate gravity' he thought to himself, 'or maybe it's all just an illusion, and the real Eon is a small bald man hiding behind a pit of fire'.
The grey cloaked man stifled a laugh, and he made a mental note to not ask the "dragon" for a soul.
He was quite worried about the growing size of the party; there were about twenty of them marching towards the village; it would be a nightmare trying to keep track of all of them during combat, and he made a mental note to try and talk to the group about the strategic benefits of creating separate parties; four groups of five can do a lot more exploring than a single twenty member party after all.
He wondered about the less human members of the group; the robot lady seemed alright; even though her people seemed a little creatively sterile for his taste; he wasn't sure what kind of literature their world would produce; although the robot did mention Homer as existing in her dimension; the engineer with the nifty plasma gun seemed to have a working knowledge of him as well, which has some rather interesting implications which another man might have pursued.
The glowing entity seemed dangerous; no matter what anyone else thought of it; anything that primarily converses by invading the mind of others might be problematic later on.
He had noticed a new one too, an... Arachnid that exists in the shape of a woman; a drider; yet another word for something that doesn't exist, well... At least not in his dimension; the drider seemed to be very close to the glowing entity... How odd.
The grey cloaked man wondered about the scythe carrying woman; it was obvious that she had necromantic powers, but he wondered why she would wear the mask, it doesn't seem to fit with her grim reaper theme; perhaps she's just self conscious? It might have something to do with her eyes; either way it might be more than a little rude to ask.
The gray cloaked man eventually noticed that the "angel" had started to fall behind the rest of the group, and the grey cloaked man decided to try and see what Jezhreal was doing.