Colors spoke up to answer Fendros before Malithus could say even a word. The others at the table were a Breton man and woman, an Orc woman, and a Redguard man, which he pointed to in sequence. They were all dressed for the city, though the Redguard man was visibly armed and armored with chainmail. "That's Rolaan, Nelise, Shurgrag, and Arthon, if I remember right. And, well, I suppose you all have picked up on it by now, but these are the legendary Fendros, Sabine, and Kaleeth. With all of us here, I think this mission is pretty much guaranteed to be a success."

Malithus had finally recovered from his initial shock, so he finally brought himself to speak. "We should probably set off for Evermore soon. Would you like for one of us to collect your equipment and supplies?" He asked. 

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Saras maintained his position, his posture just as upright and proper as the Imperial. He waited until they were completely finished speaking before turning his attention to one of the warriors to his left. "If you could, please, fetch us some chairs. And perhaps a table." Saras requested. 

While he was waiting on the furniture to be brought to them, Saras did not delay in answering the agents. "The Champion is not here right now. You may find my honesty suspect, but I can assure you that I speak the truth. She would be the first to speak to someone as important, and potentially dangerous to us, as yourself. She tends to take a hands-on approach to many matters, as whatever reputation you have gleaned of her has no doubt told you. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you how long it will be before she returns. Traveling can be as unpredictable as the tasks she undertakes. But, I am someone whose word carries weight among us. My authority is the greatest here, without the presence of the Champion. So, rest assured that I can answer your questions and make binding decisions. We do not want trouble with the Empire, so I would ask, what is your business here?"