Icy and Terro: "A fine specimen indeed!" laughs Amal. Waving his fingers, indicating you should follow, Amal enters the back room of his shop. As you follow, you are led into a large room, a table in the middle with many doors leading out of it. Around the table are ten chairs, and three people, a woman and two men, are seated at the table.
"Boys, these are the two I told you about," Displaying you to the three at the table, Amal grins, "What were your names again?" One man at the table, dressed in a high collar shirt and a black cape scoffs.
"You don't even know zere names? You are too trusting Amal, you will give avay all our zecrets." His accent clearly marks him as a noble from the lands of darkness.
"Perhaps he does," Says another man from the table, this one dressed in the battle armour of a Paladin of Light, "But it seems to once again have worked out in his favour." With a trilling, melodic laugh, the woman, dressed in a jade green gown says,
"These two look alright, and if they brought us... well, if they killed Jereicho, then I trust them."