Dralith sat puffing his pipe leisurely and returned Katrinas nod with a silent nod of his own. They were all very tentative, even wary of him perhaps. None made a move to sit by him to even garner information. He didn't blame them though, this must all be very suspicious. Dralith was in their very shoes not that long ago. They would come to trust him in time as well as each other. The door opened and the other Dunmer, Kiba, entered with someone else in tow. Kiba and her companion sat at his table and the other woman ordered mead for the three of them. Dralith waved his hand to dismiss his mug. "No thank you, I don't quite enjoy mead as much as brandy and I've had my fill for today." He blew smoke in the form of rings, each one bigger than the last as they floated to the ceiling and dispersed. "My friends." He addressed the room and stood, holding his pipe in one hand and the other resting on a sword hilt. "There are still a few others that need arrive but take this time now to fill your bellies and rest. You need not worry about purchasing a room, I've arranged for that. Rest now, for we leave at first light."