"Put down your arms and declare yourselves," a booming male voice comes from the leader of the band. 

They're all wearing Mystra robes and emblems.

Still cranky with himself for having fallen asleep during his watch, Father Pat stomps out of the tent in full armour and with his shield on which can be read the words 'Ne violentiam! Facilius Dictum factum! (OOC: Avoid Violence - Easier Said than Done). His Long Sword is still in its scabbard as he growls "Who are you and what do you want?

Hrain sees Father Pat move out and address the approaching Mystrans.  Advancing to position himself close to the other paladin he sheathes his sword but does not drop it.  

He also communicates silently with Vihar to be ready to come to his side.

Nicknack casts Prestidigitation on each paladin as they leave the tent, then gets busy tucking his spellbook in the bottom of his pack and rubbing ash and sand on his face and clothing, to better look the part of a camp slave. In his mind, he goes over the words to Dimension Door, so he and Folzi can make a quick getaway if necessary.

      Folzi rises from the commotion and peeks out to see what is the cause. "Bah! Can't catch a break around here," he whispers to Nicknack as he pulls on his new cloak. 

"We're the watch of the Gales," the lead Mystrian replies. "This isn't a public beach if you hadn't noticed seeing that there's no one else around..." he trails off gesturing around the barren stretch of landscape as three orbs zoomdancing lights is cast and the lights appear over ahead. "The Lysander family would ask you please come with us," he then says gesturing for the party to follow.

None of the Mystrians seem to show outward hostility but they are on their guard.

"How many are among your number," another voice comes from the treeline, a woman in silver and blue robes with a large Mystra emblem on them holding a staff in her hand.

Father Pat nods his head and says "Patrick Michael O’Shannessy, a Shephard of Truth in service to Chauntea, and you are?” He then points to Hrain and says "and this is my colleague Hrain"

(OOC: Hrain help me out here)

"I am Paladin-Captain Hrain Atramentar, garrison commander and servant of Sune. I am unfamiliar with your lands and your boundaries, forgive our intrusion. My comrade and retainers are not here to cause you any difficulties, perhaps we can all stand down?" Hrain takes a step or two forward hands open and wide in a friendly and unthreatening manner. 

"You should have reported to your garrison upon first arriving," the make human retorts stowing his blade. "I'm Hector Herrera-Sanchez and I'm captain of the Mystra watch. The island is our sanctuary for learning but...did...do you mean commander of Sune from the Waste," he then asks hand on his sword again as everyone else seems to get twitchy too!

"How many is in your number," the female half-orc repeats her tone annoyed looking to Lyra curiously not in uniform and still holding her staff tightly in her grip. "I count two shepherds and one...girl but who's in the tent," the orb moves closer revealing both Nick and Folzi's silhouettes! "Declare yourselves," she adds as two more mage-like clerics flank her.

There are six visible Mystrains on the beach.

Lyra drops a little curtsy towards both Shepherds, her arms slightly trembling. Her is head is pointing down to the ground and she avoids making eye contact with anyone. "M-my Name is L-Lyra, Lyra Vaughn, at your service." She introduces herself, with a shaky voice matching her shy demeanour.

(Dont know if you'd like a check, just in case - Deception: 27)

"Stay calm, yes that is what I meant, I have come from the Waste, control yourselves now before anything untoward happens.  As you can see I have not drawn my steel, I politely ask that you do not either.  Come out of the tent, there is no sense in remaining in there now." Hrain calls back towards the tent and it's inhabitants without specifying how many are in there.

Father Pat steps closer to the tent entrance so if the Gnomes choose to come out they can stand behind him and peer around his legs so to speak.

Nicknack steps forward to stand by Father Pat. "My name's Warnick Baerglenack, big fellow, but most big folks just call me Nicknack -- well that's the nicest thing they call me anyway. I'm his servant and camp cook," the gnome responds, glancing up toward Father Pat.

(Folzi wouldn't have just been sitting up. More curled up in a ball as rogues are want to do.)

    "Damnit!" Folzi curses lightly to himself. He reaches toward his companion, "Nick, wait!" But it's too late as he has already revealed himself. He lets out another curse before throwing aside the flap. "Ta-da! I guess that makes me the entertainment?!"

The Mystrians believe Lyra but all remain vigilant. 

"Would you come with us," Captain Sanchez says motioning to the party. "We have horses through those trees there and a road will take us back to the town. The Lysander's will be grateful and I'll be able to eat breakfast," the human man explains with a sigh his hand moving away from his sword hilt as the others relax.

The staff wielders, however, seem to remain interested in the gnomes and follow their leader who looks over the group still with visible suspicion.

"Who takes responsibility for these two," the half-orc looks to Pat and Hrian. "I never knew any among our number to have three servants among them," she added next as Sanchez gives her a look.

"We can discuss it at the garrison Monique," Sanchez says firmly. "Now off his highness' beach before the sent the royal guard instead to escort our...guests," he added next looking to Hrian and Pat. "Please follow me," he adds gesturing for the party to follow him into the trees while the orbs of light follow him but two remain over the party. 

Father Pat looks down at Nicknack with a smile and says "I'll take responsibility for this one because while he ain't the world's best cook he is better than me! I am a fellow of simple needs and he anticipates them every time." He looks over at Folzi and says "I'll take responsibility for the clown as well!"  

"Vihar, to me." Hrain calls forth his horse, the beautifully muscled grey walking towards its master full of grace and power.

As Hrain mounts he calls over to the staff wielder "Pat may claim them but as senior officer I take responsibility for everyone here, as you have obviously heard dark times have befallen the Waste and we may be all that remain of the Shepherds and our retainers, I apologise if we do not have the correct number of servants for your liking, perchance you would have preferred for me to leave one behind to sate the dragon?"

He then speaks to the rest of the group, his tone every inch that of a commander  "Lyra, ride with me, Pat, bring the others."

(OOC: Father Pat was going to summon Samson in the morning but this was overtaken by events. Given the spell takes 10 minutes does he have time to summon him while his 'servants' are packing up camp?)

Lyra spins around on the spot and hastily takes a bow in response to the command, moving so abruptly that the motions almost appears like a twitching. "V-very well commander. As you which." With her back to the foreign Sheperds, she draws an amused smirk upon the sight of Hrain throning on top of his steed, his posture and the demanding tone in his voice bringing up memories of past days in the camp. Pushing away impressions that seemed to have happened eternities ago, she hurries onward to aid the gnomes and scrap together whatever belongings of importance may have been scattered around the campside or still remain within the boat. Lyra then returns next to Vihar where she bows again as to report her duties to be taken care of and, with an awestruck gaze due to what shes about to accomplish, dares to mount the horse behind Hrain.

Pat can summon him.

"Just like a Sunite to have people do his work for him," a grizzly faced Mystrain exclaims from behind Sanchez. "Dunno want to muss his hair or his armor," he adds cackling next. "If they're from the Waste they should be in chain then," he adds next pointing to the gnomes as Sanchez sighs loudly.

"They are part of your house or are they detainees," Sanchez then asks eyeing everyone carefully now. "Dragon or no we'll be obeying all rules to the letter," he adds his face hard now as everyone else pauses on the beach. 

"That one too," Monique exclaims pointing her staff at Lyra. "I've spent 20 years in the service of my Lady and I know a caster when I see one," she adds. "Them too servant or no, should be in irons," she adds still as hard faced as before looking to tge gnomes.