"May I remind you, Frundor, that you weren't sure of my identity to begin with. Mundane disguises, changelings and plain ol' lying would've all gotten me a lot further than this trinket of a hat." He notes, "'Sides, had I wanted to kill you would I not simply have slipped poison into that food you're eating; it'd be a mere cantrip, hardly something earthshaking, but... you get the point.
"As for my goals, you've heard them as well as any in this room; if you choose not to believe them, then by all means stay on guard. I'm no Valenar," he says casually, "but I know not to go into the lions den, unless you can get away with it alive."
"There, there, Olot. I was told that there's a half-orc in a group and the meeting is in Fal Adar, it'd be unreasonable to assume to remain hidden here. The Kalashtar call it a refuge, but for an orc, it's hardly a place to remain inconspicuous."