"Oh they are..." A mortal voice came from around the corner.
Martin confidently and fearlessly approached the two old bloods.
It was obvious why, by the oldest creature walking next to him and eyeing him with interest.
"But don't worry about the gunfire, that would be your friend Varromere feeding."
He held up the two metal lock boxes.
"The eventful things are in here. If you would follow me to the debate hall? I have a proposition you will want to hear."
Martin's brashness and directness were chosen on purpose, meant to intrigue.
He didn't wait for them to follow, he knew they would.