Ssiran looks at Rynvoor, crossing his arms across his chest.
"By all means, Rynvoor. I have a hard time trusting those who I know nothing about."
I pause for a bit, and glance around me at the assembled group. "But yes, you start. I'll wait a bit, and decide how much to tell."
I tap my fingers against my gauntlet, and lean against a wall, myself.
And then, for no good reason, glance around, watching for trouble.
((Not actually expecting anything, but feel free to use my passive perception if anything turns out to be happening. Ssiran is just a bit wary, is all. Ever Vigilant, paranoid. Either way.))