Horacio took another sip of his recaf as he mulled over what he heard. The sage suppressed a gag reflex as his body rejected the mix; training self-control whilst indulging himself made the Confessor smile once he realized. He snapped out of the distracted thoughts, sighing quietly as  he noted that such lapses of concentration were coming more and more often with age. He wondered if his rank would merit rejuvenat treatment, momentarily staring upwards as he did so. Again he shook away the errant thoughts and made the sign of the aquila to keep focused. 

"In addition to what the Sisters ask, I have a few minor concerns. First is on the matter of tongue. Do they speak High Gothic, or a Low Gothic dialect? I will do my duty regardless, but if they speak another tongue I best start learning it as soon as I can. Finally, is there any word of our mission? Like this one, it would be preferable if it appeared we were a routine visit, perhaps even if we feigned lack of knowledge that this happened at all."

With that he patted down his right sideburn where it got bushy and then looked to his comrades. "Once that is answered and if the last member of our quartet has no questions, I believe we may depart."