You round the right hand turn, and wonder for a second if your Force senses were incorrect. Sitting at a table, fearsome helmets off of their heads and weapons at their side, are four of the armored warriors, speaking in their harsh language in what appears to be a joking manner. A plate of rations in front of them, and likely more in the numerous crates that fill the "room." They see you, however, and turn serious.
Roll for init.