Ikoral would turn his piercing red eyes to the assembled Stoinians, his stern expression unchanging even as he bowed respectfully.  "I look forward to your hospitality, Patriarch Abebe.  As chosen representative of the Kitsai priests for this... exchange, I am happy to share my knowledge."

His guards remained silent, even as they slowly relaxed their grip on their axes.  Where their charge seemed thin (no doubt due to his lineage), one could not fault them for looking being compared to mythological Terran heroes in terms of their build.  Both, however, seemed to have more than their fair share of spurs and ridges upon their cheekbones, jawlines, and brows.  Even their forelimbs seemed to sport a set of bony ridges.

"Do not be alarmed by the Mansatzis.  Their sense of obedience and discipline is second only the Drakari's legionnaires, even with their ferocity.  Especially those who have pledged their service to my House."  The red priest waved a clawed hand nonchalantly, his lips quirking up for a fraction of a second with what could only be described as genuine pride.