"We're not heading all the way to the Morgador," the Sylpharim replied, "So I doubt we'll encounter many of your people... but I'm not averse to you joining us and a share of whatever treasure we might encounter," she paused momentarily before adding, "Aderynel, at your service.  I am a historian so am mostly interested in this place of scholarship."

"Hagen," the taller man introduced himself, with a wry laugh, "And I have to admit, Vashra, I only half-understood what you said.  I am here because it looks more interesting than managing a farm."

"Quintus Laeca," the shorter man replied, subjecting Vashra to an inscrutable stare as if trying to measure the worth of him, "I'm here because I've taken an oath."

"And I'm here for something very specific," the tall, Firindorian woman declared, without actually saying what it was, "If we find it, I will claim it, otherwise I have no interest in anything else you find... oh and I'm Tárwen.  We don't see too many of your folks outside of the Morgador.  You would make the first now I come to think about it.  A pleasure to meet you, Vashra."