Ikoral coughed, thoroughly flustered at the Kontauri's gregarious nature before he regained his composure and nodded.  He wouldn't admit it publicly (indeed, he probably wouldn't even admit it privately beyond his wife), but he couldn't help but be charmed by the man's attitude.  Reminded him of Agorix almost, her dislike of his almost obsessive seriousness aside.

"But of course!  The Caretaker here," he gestured to the black-clad Moriian, "was hoping to see if I would provide an insight into my people's more... esoteric beliefs."

One of the Yapatha, Illaran, would raise a hand, his nigh-eternally youthful expression a visual definition of innocent curiosity.  "Esoteric?  Do you suggest a kind of mysticism, Lord Ikoral?"

The Sinthari priest's brow spurs lifted slightly at the question before ultimately nodding.  "Indeed, young Lightbearer, but that can wait until later in the festival, once all are properly situated.