Kace stood for a few moments, anticipating a response. When all he received was a cocked eyebrow from one of the Ethorans, he dropped his smile and replaced it with a stoic look. He knew all too well these types of nobles, having grown up around many of them at court in Mindirion. He turned to face the door and awaited a signal to proceed.

	Three others arrived after Kace. Two more men and an Elf. Kace noticed a rather unfair amount of representation amongst those gathered. Once the Elf arrived, a Eunuch appeared to lead them to the monks. They all looked and sounded so similar that Kace could not tell if it was the same one who had led him here from the docks. 

	When they entered the observatory, a monk with hypnotic pure red eyes began speaking. He spoke of riches and immortality. Things that Kace was not here for. He was here to protect his people and the world. He could not shake the uneasy feeling this group of mystics gave to him. However, he was here on a mission and he was not going to turn back just because more humans made him uncomfortable. When posed the question on if they accepted their quest, Kace was the second to step forward. 

	“On behalf of House Cilrok of Mindirion, of the Highmen of Miraheim, and of the all the peoples of Aerion, I too accept your quest.” Kace projected with confidence.