[Klonoa has been listening to the conversation as it's darted back and forth in different directions. Truth be told, his head is spinning a little; there's so much to pick up from context, and so much world history accompanying it, that he's been scrambling to connect the dots. But he's pretty clear on a few counts:

Bahamut is coming, possibly to destroy the world.

The Empress has called him and all these other newcomers to wine and dine with her. Or, well, near her, at least.

And some summoner is responsible for this.]

"Lady Ramaa?"

[Klonoa calls out, his voice surprisingly audible despite his size.]

"What do you want us to do, exactly?"