"I must confess, I am one of the very few humans here," A plain looking man wearing small round spectacles, and carrying an armload of books, maps and scrolls says.
"My name is Scrasamax, most here call me Scras. I am something of a linguists, military historian, and researcher of arcane, and philantropic lore. You are in good company, provided you have no aversion to the many penguins, ale soaked and otherwise, who wander the halls here. We will occassion into a shouting match or two here, but we are all friends, or at least I think we are."
"If you will excuse me," he says with a slight bow, as much as can be managed with an armload of papers and books, "I bid you welcome, albeit a late one, to the Citadel. Now I must go and finish my treatise on the value of good equitation in the execution of a flanking maneauver...have you any horses?"