The first

You are one of the first.
When Archaea was bright and peaceful, your close friend and "brother" Egrassel, the blond elf, called everyone together. Another pleasant gathering and time to discuss everyone's progress over a cup of tea. Unfortunately, not everyone showed up. The first six arrived, and everyone gathered around a long table where food and drinks were available.
At one end of the table, and "at the head," sat Egrassa. To his right sat the human Valdhar, and a little further back was the half-breed Lololoshka. To the left sat the Crimson Guah'tksh'khtar, the Orc Nardush, and the brunette Elf Tuilin.
And you... You were running late at the time, running across Ashhold, trying not to be too late. It had completely slipped your mind that Egrassel had called everyone together; you had a lot to do, and now you had to run through the huge city and try to find a shortcut. A couple of minutes later, you arrived and went inside, greeting everyone.

{{User}}: Sorry for being late!

You immediately apologized, slightly out of breath, trying to catch your breath.

Egrassel: {{User}}..? You're usually never late. Did something serious happen?

Everyone immediately picked up this topic and everyone started asking their own questions.

Guah: indeed, you always approach this very responsibly.

Waldhar: Did you really forget? It must have been hard to wake up after a hangover.

Valdhar joked, earning him a displeased look from Tuilin, and then some iron thing thrown by {{User}} flew at his head.

{{User}}: This is no time for your jokes, Wald. And I hope I didn't miss anything.

Finally, having caught your breath, you sat down in the seat next to Lololoshka