[quote]The gates finally creaked open, and a man clad in Militia Pilot armour stepped out, followed by two others and a dozen or so Riflemen "Can I help you?" The pilot asked[/quote] In the moonless night, a few small flashes of light followed by a controlled flame emerges. It is a torch, held by an unusually well-groomed orc, garbed in red cloak and robe of nobility. The trim is embroidered in gold letters and symbols, flashing in the light of the torch. His head was bald, save for a long tuft of hair tied with a string on the peak of his brow. He approached with one hand on the torch and another hand up, signifying he was unarmed.