Bergandi finally opened his eyes, and rose shakily to a seated position.  He glanced around, his eyes, though accustomed to a lifetime of sunlight on the surface, still stung slightly as he opened them.  He studied those about him, unsure of what to think.  They all seemed to be curious about him, as well, and he supposed he couldn't blame them.  He was, after all, a dark elf...and a wizard on top of that.  From what he'd heard in the slave markets of his youth, dark elves were fearsome creatures, and not very well liked.  Thinking on it now, it was a wonder he had survived at all.<br/><br/>He rose to his feet, slowly, one hand sliding into his robe to let his fingertips brush along the metallic handle of his wand.  The others didn't appear hostile, but that could change, and he was severely outmatched.  He did take a moment to glance at the odd structure that lay ahead of them, though that was something categorized for later, when he was fairly certain that none of those gathered were gathered to kill him.<br/><br/>"Well...met?" he said, the statement more of a question.  "Forgive the intrusion...did we all receive a letter from a darkly garbed mysterious benefactor?"