Takeshi thought they might well have the wrong building for a moment the way everyone was just staring at them. He didn't recognize anyone in the room so it was a safe chance they could be worried he and the others were a returning Saiyan force, which would be bad. If they attacked then there went the hopes of getting some help pretty quickly, and they'd have to high tail it back to the ship to avoid getting shot or something. "I kinda hoped they would, but I guess not," he remarked, shrugging his shoulders. No sooner than he had said that did a familiar face enter the room, making the older boy sigh with relief. The guy wore a nice set of robes as opposed to his battle garb before but Takeshi could recognize the shaman regardless, and the alien looked happy to see them. Sending a smile Servas' way he raised a hand in greeting, feeling a bit awkward now that the entire room was watching them intently. Why did they have to have an audience for this, couldn't they talk in private? "Hehe... Uh... Yeah, hi there Servas. It's been a while huh?" Wow, was this guy as cheery last time? Probably not all things considered, but the alien definitely had an air of enthusiasm around him. Takeshi couldn't help but wonder if watching paint dry was enthralling for Servas.

There hadn't been any word of impending visitors nor had their radars picked up anything, so Servas was certainly surprised that these three had shown up. Neglecting the fact that their radar technology was vastly outdated and they had no way to even learn of their arrival before hand he still wondered why they hadn't at least put a call through to one of their stations. Did these three know they had such technology? Last time the two Saiyans were here their town was a veritable warzone, so it might be a safe bet they didn't. "Come in, come in! Staying out in sandstorm can't be nice, wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," Servas answered, smiling at the trio as he ushered them inside. Shutting the door securely behind them the shaman noticed the off look on Takeshi's face, glancing at the rest of his kin in the room before laughing knowingly, it coming across as a soft hissing noise. "Friends, please leave us. We talk in private for now and continue sermons later, I promise. Come back in an hour, okay?" To that a murmur rose and everyone did as they were told, rising to their feet and making way to the door. Servas made it a point to bow and dismiss every single member who was leaving, wearing that smile the whole time. For someone who was war-tested he was an awfully positive guy. Once alone Servas walked to the front of the room, kneeling down on his own cushion on the slightly elevated floor and motioning for the others to come closer. "Talk friends, talk. Tell what you're here for, I'm curious. I want to hear."

Takeshi kept a polite smile as the people were leaving, but as soon as the last one exited he frowned and let out a sigh. He'd gotten a bit better at being around people since this all began, but awkward situations like that were still hellish for him. One on one conversations were one thing, he loathed having to address groups like that. So it was a welcome relief when the entire assembly was dismissed in favor of a more personal meeting. Nodding his head appreciatively the Saiyan walked along to the front of the room, mimicking what Servas had done and kneeling down on one of the foremost cushions carefully. Eh, they were pretty soft but it felt weird doing this, he wondered how much time they spent in this place. Probably way too much by his standard, good thing he didn't have to do this. "Since you wanna know I guess I'll just get right to the point. We're here to ask for your help, pretty much. Korian and Sayomi, the rebels that is, are almost ready to fight our father, the King. They need a little more help though and so we're going to all of our friends to ask on their behalf. If you've got any troops you can spare it would be greatly appreciated." It kind of felt a little rude coming right out and asking, but the shaman was fairly adamant about hearing them out. Watching as Servas seemed to ponder the request for a moment Takeshi smiled when their host did, feeling fairly optimistic that they were going to get what they came for.

"Nope, cannot spare any troops!" Servas said, still smiling as Takeshi slouched down dejectedly. "We can help though, we can! Have medicines, and tools, they can help. Not as good as troops, I know, but they'll do some good!" The medicines he spoke of where all natural remedies of course, nothing like what the Saiyans had in those tanks of theirs. They would treat all sorts of illnesses, from colds and fevers to infections and viruses, things that could very well occur out in battle. It helped that for their time occupying Shaharia the Saiyans had actually invested a lot of research into their medicinal studies, meaning the potency of natural remedies was now stronger and even easier to make than before. "Sorry no troops, but we're busy, you see. Busy fighting insurrection, my friends. Some kin not so happy without Saiyans, some benefited from their rule. Now that they're gone they are angry, so we have to deal with them. Understand, I hope? Give medicine and tools, but no troops, so sorry."