A small crowd had gathered by the door before Emil had realized it. Along with the large brawny man were a pair of beastkin- the feline one in particular made Emil suddenly tense up. His heart jumped in his chest for a moment, and his hand reflexively twitched for a moment before he realized that she was part of the forming group as well and began to relax. There was a small halfling as well. Well, actually, a tall halfling- quite possibly towering over most other halflings in fact. She quickly and confidently introduced herself, and proceeded to float herself off the ground, which filled Emil with a sense of unease- he was suspicious of magic, as most born in his generation were. The brawny man didn't seem particularly pleased by the halfling either, calling her levitation a 'parlor trick'.

The last man to approach their group was actually one that Emil recognized before he introduced himself: Ionathan of the Hepburnberg family, the Commissioner of Justice of neighboring the neighboring town of Waeldeshore, and one of the most well respected guardsmen in Waeldeshore. As a result, he was also relatively well known in Edessa, and a young lady of the Hepburnberg family often visited the kingdom as an ambassador to ensure fruitful trade relations between the two nations. Ionathan was also known as one of the heroes of Waeldeshore. 

Upon realizing this, Emil shot a glance back at the halfling- her seeming ease and familiarity with the setting, and her assumption of the rest of the group being her 'team' implied...   

Emil's thoughts were dashed away as the door suddenly opened, and a young woman behind it welcoming them. She was a pretty thing, not breathtaking, and a bit plain, but comely and pleasant. As she led the group inside, Emil followed, pausing at the threshold. He glanced over his shoulder, and then over the other. He felt a sensation of unease, but quickly shook his head and followed the others inside- he was already clearly the youngest of the gathered persons here, and he didn't want to appear as inept as they probably thought he was. Besides, it was probably just the unfamiliarity of this place.

The maid led them to a sort of dining/gathering/hall type room, with a large table and chairs for the group to take seat in. Introductions appeared to resume here. It was at this point where the halfling began making small talk with Sir Hepburnberg, which confirmed Emil's suspicions. Taking a seat, the large brawny man made himself comfortable and introduced himself as Ajax Diagorides, and held his wineskin up as an offering to the others. The man had a peculiar name, to say the least- and now that he was illuminated by the light of numerous chandeliers and candles, it was clear that the man was from nowhere near here- from the thick curls of his hair, to the peculiar, slightly darker color of his skin, in a way that was more than just exposure to the sun.  

Emil decided to introduce himself next, and stood to attention, same as Ionathan had done, and clapped a hand over his chest, dipping his head down in a different, but recognizable salute.  

"Emil Erran of Edessa," he said calmly, his voice was softer than one would expect, warmer and lacking the bite of a typical military man's bark, but at the same time not lacking in confidence. "I am a Knight of Edessa and have experience with field medical care."

He eyed the foreign man's wineskin for a split-second, unsure if he should take the drink or not- more specifically unsure if the man would welcome him to take a drink. However, Emil had no wish to appear haughty or discourteous and took the man's outstreched wineskin, lifting it up to take a sip.

Returning it to the brawny fighter, Emil thanked him. "I hope to be of use." he finished, as he took a seat at the table as well.

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