There were only three from the Ana Kai. A long-limbed, shimmering woman with scales up her throat and sides. A tall man who was ornately dressed for the occasion, his weapons hanging off his hips, thin crescent-shaped blades that looked interesting enough. The Ana Kai held their tongue, quiet and out of the way. Still, there was a gift basket set at Ota Beyr Brejna Honorlund's feet, and there was a nod in acceptance at the welcome.
They listened to the bickering, the anxiety that laced the get-together. The woman, Shyr, crossed her arms as she listened. The man simply bowed his head, as if in respect for the looming danger.
Shyr finally spoke. "Metal men...if they are like any men, do not hold hunt for no reason. Perhaps they wish a resource you have, or wanted your lands. What of this man they pursue?"