Swamped

Dominique said this wasn't the usual group of troublemakers. So it might be good to work out just who they are. You walk up near one of them.

"Is this your first time here, then?"

The grebling scowls at you without saying a word. As he does, you notice his hand moves slightly towards his hip before he seems to catch himself.

You recognize the motion, though. It's a swordfighter's reflex. He was reaching for his weapon in case you tried something... but he doesn't have one.

You glance at another of the greblings and see her eyes shifting around. That's a habit of expert slicer fighters, constantly checking for possible targets and trying to make it hard for the enemy to work out where they're looking.

In fact, watching carefully you see quite a few more tics along those lines. None of them seem to be armed, but they all seem trained.

That's worrying. You're not sure exactly what's going on, but twenty or so trained fighters in one place, pretending to be something other than trained fighters, is unlikely to lead anywhere good.

None of them seem to be paying any attention to Jeremy's babbling - which, in fairness, you aren't either. They seem to be keeping an eye on everything else in the area, most likely watching for potential threats.

And about six of them are watching you. Probably because you're a human in armor. You suppose you could use that to your advantage to distract them, but you're not sure that would go well for you.

Well. You ought to warn Dominique, at the very least. But it won't be easy - greblings have good hearing, and this group is on alert. If you told her anything, they'd catch it.

So how can you let her know they're dangerous without them picking up on it?