The shuttle upon which the main Imperial delegation was due to arrive in certainly had a good sense of timing, touching down a short distance away at their designated landing pad with far more grace than a spacecraft ought to possess.  The passengers would be no doubt discussing who would step out first before even a semblance of an agreement could be made.  What was agreed upon, however, was providing something less of a shock by allowing the Drakari priests to step forth first, the airlock and boarding ramp hissing open towards the amphitheater.

Eight of the saurian aliens there were at the forefront as they entered the view of the Patriarch and his colleagues, their garb as varied as the color of their scales and the pattern of their horns.  One, a green-scaled individual clad in a simple white robe and a simple silver pendant in the shape of two hands joined, their smile serene and gentle as they inclined their head at the group.

The next seemed the complete opposite, their red and gold robes accented with a breastplate and bracers emblazoned with a fiery sword, stern and unyielding as bright yellow eyes swept across the area.

Between the two stood a rather fidgety yet cheerful-looking Drakari of grey scales, dark purple robes dotted with what could only be described as a network of silver constellations, marveling at every little detail of architecture and symbolism around them.  No doubt their mind was racing with piecing together what the meaning of each carving, each seat, each holy symbol meant, barely containing their excitement.

Trailing silently behind was a black-cloaked figure that, had it had it not been for the swishing of their tail, they likely would have been dismissed as a faceless shadow.  The only thing that could confirm they were one of the Drakari priests was what appeared to be a pendant of carved obsidian, shaped like an hourglass formed from a reaper's scythes.

The next seemed to clash with their colleagues' sense of fashion like a skycar did with a wall, a mishmash of earthy-brown robes and beast furs that served only to accentuate their bright blue and yellow scales and gregarious smile.  This individual in turn was closely followed by a figure clad in silken robes that shimmered like ice on a cold winter's morning that all but blended into their silver scales.  Even their pendants seemed to compliment this; one of gemstudded flowers and golden shafts of wheat, the other a simple bare circle of white.

At the forefront of them all stood two Drakari.  One clad in an elegant robe of silver and blue, the patterns flowing like waves upon the shore, their neck adorned with a golden pendant in the shape of perfectly balanced legal scales, their black scales and emerald eyes beaming cheerfully to their hosts.  The other an aged-looking individual with gold scales and bronzed horns that swept back and upwards towards the heavens, fleshy tendrils of scales at the front of their upper and lower jaw like a beard of scales, clad in white and red robes adorned with the symbols of the other seven arranged across a seven-pointed star.  No doubt a unifying figure amongst their priesthood.

The group slowly came to a halt, regarding the Terran scholars with a respectful countenance.