Tasting the rain in their pockets, they made their way to the cabin.

Perched high above the chimneys and slightly tilting, they were never more cheerful than when wood fires burned below. 

Looking out at the games being played beneath them, they threw papier mache greetings towards the valleys and streets. 

A paper airplane arrived with an invitation. A strategy conference was being held in the mountains.

They accepted.

Who are they?