"Naturally I shall parley with them - this is a place that attracts all things, and it is barren of life. They could need help - they could be hungry, devastated, damaged: we should assist," Androse, as the party knew him, said. He spoke with a faint accent of some far-off place, as if his Common was tainted by a different growing-up. He was young, handsome, and showed strength of personality befitting a so-called exiled prince.

He wore a thick set of heavy robes fit for his claimed position, with a set of wands hanging loosely within.

His golden eyes shimmered, and he stepped forward without fear - perhaps he was insane, perhaps he was just another paladin on some damned fool idealistic crusade.

"Greetings, and welcome. We are but fellow travelers ourselves, and wish to offer any help we might be able to give - 'tisa barren land, and all help ought to be helped, hm?"