Mikael man hunger waved his hand dismissively. "No, and no. My people are just fine where they are at, and with what they have, you must understand we have to be suspicious of the this, we all happen to be..... very popular all around the land." now that the man had spoken more then a few words it was clear that he had a eastern accent, slightly rough and dry as if he talked very little. it was true that the mans eyes where different from Mikael. he looked over his shoulder, and throw up two fingers, waving them back and forth very slightly. hunger began to speak in the eastern language, seeing no one of eastern decent in the vicinity "Ne dvigaytes', dazhe yesli chto-to nagrevayetsya, chto my dolzhny delat' Swift?" (Don't move even if things get heated, what should we do Swift?) to which the clocked figure near the side of the table acting as if he was the man's bodyguard shoot back. "Prosto vyyasnite, kakogo cherta ona khochet." (Just figure out what the hell she wants.) Hunger then took a seat at the table. "So shall we get to business as to why we where gathered here."