The leader of the pilgrims walks up to the noble and his bodyguard. Before he gets there the bodyguard moves onto the walkway, light on his feet, his right hand held out palm up as if offering a gift. The noble signs, twice, before he backs off a little.
"Lord Anear?" the pilgrim asks in a melodious voice.
The Noble nods his assent, leaning back a bit, a puzzled frown on his face. "Do we know each other?" he asks.
"No, we haven't met. But we know of you, Lord Anear, or should I say Inquisior Anear?" The pilgrim replies.
The Noble sits upright. "How do you know that.."
The Pilgrim interrupts:"That doesn't matter. We would like to know what you are doing here, but I fear taking you alive would be impossible."
The bodyguard begins to chuckle: "You know who we are but you only brought thirty? I'm gonna enjoy this."
The pilgrim chuckles as well: "my dear, it's not quantity, but quality that counts." With that, four pilgrims unveil, showing moritat reaper facemasks underneath and reach for their swords. The bodyguard beats them to it, however. You can hear a cackling, static noise and a flash of twisted light. A masked head rolls to the ground and a fountain of gore spews up from a headless torso. The windows of the train glazes over with frost. For an instant you can see screaming, tortured faces in the ice pattern before they melt again.
"Kill them all, leave no witnesses." the Pilgrim shouts while backpedalling. The remaining pilgrims get up from their seats and pull out weapons from their backpacks.
Time to roll initiative.
Wait for the map before describing your actions
