Barely over an hour has passed since this whole mess started. Luckily there were no casualties among the citizens, but the threat is still looming overhead. The Emmerian president, seeing the seriousness of the situation, decided to take matters seriously and secretly gathered a small task force to deal with the world threatening situation 'under the table' as he was forced onto the proverbial bench, and there were very few individuals he'd entrust such work onto.
The streets were mostly clear by now and business was going as usual. Both the citizens and their visitors assumed their daily lives to nearly full capacity.
The gathered hunters were assembled in their part of the pastry shop Tricoromille, arranging the last few details before they go into the gateway and cull the scourge of the otherworldly predatory animals intruding into this plane of existence.
(I'll end up repeating things anyways, so After my few attempts, this seemed more fitting.)