Garrick starts to move closer to overhear their words, but the rogue fails to see a loose stone in the darkness and it skitters away from his boot as he kicks it accidentally. He winces as the masked heads of the two figures turn in his direction as one. The smaller figure reaches for a shortsword on their belt, but doesn't draw it. The taller figure crosses its arms against their chest and cocks their head to one side as it speaks in a voice that sounds distinctively masculine - and more amused than alarmed.
"Well, well... what do we have here? A stranger, and a newcomer as well, if my guess is correct? You don't look Cynidicean, your skin has too much color. And an elf? From the surface world?" He glances at the other, who moves their hand away from the sword hilt they'd reached for. "I imagine you're not here by yourself? I'm Danielth, this is my sister, Danara."