The Drakari clad in armored red and gold robes stepped forward after the assorted priests had each accepted a piece of the salted bread (which admittedly looked rather small in their hands), their taloned hand resting upon the hilt of their (hopefully ceremonial) blade.  The voice that came from it was... rather feminine, if a rough contralto, in tone.  "Milatia Oraka.  Arch-Militant of Junaia, the goddess of war and valor.  Conduct yourselves with honor, and we shall have no quarrel in our discussions."

The priest in the simple white robe took a half-step forward, bowing deeply to the assembled humans with their hands open, as if to welcome all to their embrace.  "Venatius, plain and simple Venatius.  Revered Shepherd of Shalya, the healing and merciful mother.  You'll have naught to fear of me or those of my flock."  The Drakari's deep baritone rumbled forth, possessing an almost-grandfatherly cheerfulness to it as he rose to his full height once again.

"Grand Magos Augurius Glycia, leader of followers of Daion, father of sciences and knowledge.  IMMENSE pleasure to visit home territory of Stoinians.  Even greater pleasure to share knowledge with fellow scholars, ensures eternal progress.  Prevents mutual stagnation."  The excitable grey fellow with the star-studded robes practically blinked over to the assembled theologians and the professor, rapidly (though thankfully gently) shaking each of their hands with what could only be called youthful excitement.

The black-clad figure silently approached Augurius from behind, tapping his shoulder.  "Yes?  OH!  Apologies, friend!  Happy to interpret as always!"  What little of the shrouded Drakari's face could be seen lifted into a mildly amused grin before facing the Terrans, their hands moving about in what was undoubtedly a Drakari method of non-verbal communication or sign language.

"'Caretaker Nervan, a humble priest of Morii the Unseen, guide of the dead, at your service...'  Ach!  Apologies!  Slowing speech.  Difficult to break force of habit..."  Augurius chuckled sheepishly as Nervan paused in their signing to tap him on the head as he unknowingly started translating faster than the Caretaker could sign.

"'The Last Companion is not one to be viewed with fear.  For we are all bound to the cycle.'"  The Caretaker's stance seemed to indicate gratitude for the translation, the black robes flowing back behind the group.

The seemingly mismatched pair would step forward, the boisterous looking priest in earthen robes and furs confidently placing her fists on her hips.  "Vassenia Agorix, High Wanderer of the father of the hunt, blesser of the harvest, master of love and the wild places, Aari."  Her counterpart stepped forth, his smile genuine if a bit dour and self-deprecating.

"Larisus Attius, Shieldfather of Inara, the breath of winter, the Vengeful One, and the mother of endurance.  Don't let my seemingly chilly appearance be reason to avoid me."

The blue and silver-clad Drakari stepped up, the pattern flowing like the sea as a clawed hand was laid upon her chest.  "Grand Judicator Caecina Vakari, priestess of Verenor the Justice-maker, the father of civilization, just law, and the sea."

The somewhat aged gold-scaled creature next to her smiled, those fleshy tendrils along his muzzle flowing gracefully as he bowed to his hosts.  "Ecclesiarch Parrakas, Father of the Seven Undivided and steward of the Holy City on Pax Dracon."