The big guy continues to track the lords with his gaze, but makes no other moves.  He doesn't even speak.<br/><br/>The old man, however, does speak.  His eyes stay closed and his mumble is so low that it's hardly possible to make out what he's saying, but it's speech nonetheless.<strong>"Ansalia.  Alyx.  Rygel.  We know of you, we know where you come from, and we are not interested."</strong>He raises a hand- a slow, deliberate movement- and gives the group a dismissive gesture.<strong>"You may go."</strong>