Five of the guards see fit to surround you as you land, the few others running off for whatever reason. You count four men and a woman, each decked in chain shirts and brandishing a sap while holding a heavy wooden shield close to them. Judging by their stance and the way their eyes focus more on your movements than your shape, it's safe to assume that they're warriors of some experience. The armed quintet look amongst themselves as though trying to pick a representative until, a moment later, one steps forward.<strong>"Wait a minute, guys... I think this is Luthandrel's succubus."</strong>Another gives you an unsure look for a moment before nodding his head.<strong>"Hey, yeah, it is! I saw her at his show ten years back."</strong>He then turns to address you directly.<strong>"Is Luthandrel playing at this event? I didn't see him on the guest list, but it's just like him to crash these things for a surprise performance."</strong>Their weapons seem to be lowering, but you've still got some talking to do before you're in.