There wasn't anyone from Privateer Press to pick up their tractor-load of ENnies, but one author was there who had written ten of the monsters - and won the appreciation of the crowd with his continued bemused trips to the podium. In fact, for its last award, all Morrus did was look at him - everyone knew that meant he was being summoned again.
Hopefully, he'll pop in here and let us know who he was! He was very gracious.
It looked like we had a crowd of several hundred at the awards - I didn't get a long enough stare at the crowd to get a better estimate.