The guard looks you over and grunts. "I'm going to have to see two forms of picture ID and an application for an registration form for an appointment, sir." He sighs with boredom.
Just at that moment, a short humanoid figure bustles up, surrounded by a dancing cloud of dust, hacking and coughing. "Let me by, let me by," comes a (relatively) stentorian voice from inside the cloud. The guards shy away from the diminuitive figure, waving the dust away from themselves. He turns toward your group and peers out of the dust cloud; evidently it obscures his vision as much as yours. "Eh? Is that you guys? You with me? Well?"
Skaith:
[sblock]Darting around the dust cloud like an attentive humming bird there appears to be... A scrying sensor? It appears distinctly, a light-yellow disk vaguely reminding you of a jaundiced and segmented eye.[/sblock]