The shadowed man lowered his eyes as a faint smile touched his lips, as if Venasa's arrival was a joke of some peculiar kind. It didn't help much to warm his otherwise cold appearance. His face was thin and his skin pale--too pale. His long hair of a dark brown shade was tinged with silver streaks at his temples and was pulled back into a neat ponytail. With his eyes now lowered, it was still difficult to determine their color. Another shade of brown, perhaps. He had the appearance of someone who was both wise and clever, and when he spoke, his voice was smooth and low. "The day that someone apart from the Brotherhood should enter this hall will be a dangerous day indeed."

It was then that his partner turned to get a look at Venasa. She was an argonian, and though she regarded Venasa with a neutral calm, it was clear by her reptilian eyes that she was not fond of the idea of letting someone who'd just killed a Brotherhood informant work for her. "Yes, Venasa, your name is known to us. I am Ocheeva, the mistress here while Lucien is away. Which is... often..." She shook herself. "But, never mind. The circumstances of your presence here are strange--and I'm afraid you may find a difficult time settling in, but if you do well for us, you will be always welcome here as a Sister. You seem to have good timing, however. Vicente here trains all the newest members and provides them work. When he thinks you are ready, he will send you to me." She paused for a moment.

"Right then. Training rooms are down the right hall, and all the living quarters are on the left. You'll also find a bath and the dining hall there. We don't really assign rooms. Just find one that looks uninhabited, and it's yours. When you are ready to begin your training, you can usually find Vicente in a training room if he chooses to wait for you there, or he'll be down there." She gestured towards the dark hallway. "He prefers not to mingle with the rest of us, ordinarily." Another pause, and then she turned to her companion. "Why did you want to speak to me, anyway?"

The man's smirk hadn't dissolved. "It isn't important now, Ocheeva. Excuse me." He turned and glided away from the other two, towards the training hall, as Ocheeva has suggested.