The Nomads

You had been sitting in the tavern for almost an hour by the time these two approach you. They look almost exactly as N'liit had described them to you.

"You have to be N'liit's friend." The Angel on the left speaks.
"Are you really here to help us?"

Before you can answer, the much more hesitant man on the right stops you.

"They had better be. We're wasting time by being here otherwise."

The way that his eyes of pure gold hover over you
tells you everything you needed to know.
You had better ask all of your questions,
because these men needed all the help they could get.