Sure enough, a trio of unearthly beautiful and willowy individuals, easily over six feet in height could be seen entering the amphitheater, clad in white and red robes embroidered with a ten-pointed golden star that flowed as gracefully as they moved.  At first glance, they could be easily mistaken for an ordinary Human until the bronze-toned (if not almost metallic-hued) skin, bright and long silver hair, and monochrome eyes came further into view.  Between serene smiles and gentle gait, one would be forgiven for mistaking the lot of them for angels come down from Heaven.

The figure at their head stepped forward, her smile widening softly as she spread her arms, a pair of dainty, four-fingered hands that seemed unblemished and uncalloused open to the Terrans as if to embrace them.

"Hail to you," the alien woman's voice came with a slight flanging, "brothers and sisters of faith among the stars.  Praised be the Light of the cosmos in its never-ending creation."  And embrace them she did soon afterwards, her grip stronger than her willowy frame would suggest.  First the Stoinians would be wrapped in the hug, then the Drakari.  Even the Sinthari would not be spared the embrace; the Mansatzis smiled widely, whereas Lord Ikoral merely stiffened, his eyes wide with confusion at the affectionate holy woman, his cheeks flushing a dark maroon.