The Flaming Fist listen to your introductions (including Vala's "Vala, from Cormyr.") and look distinctly pensive when you finish. One leans over to the other, scratching their chin in thought. "Ain't these ones meant to be dead?" To which his companion shrugs, before turning to look down the bridge and making a signal with his arms, one that's echoed in turn by his compatriots, creating a wave of the signal to the far end. "We were expectin' you two months past. What, did you get lost? Over our heads at this point. Bloody adventurers, comin' back from the dead..." He doesn't wait for an answer, his voice switching from casual curiosity back to practiced instructions. "You're going to have to come with us. Keep your weapons and magic stowed, make no sudden moves. Am I clear?"