All come together

Dormir walked past the tree line, now clearly visible to the city guards. Behind him trailed the rest of the party. Stopping a respectful distance away, it was clear the guards had already noticed. Some tightened their grip on their weapons while others stared in confusion. A seasoned looking human man stepped forward, carefully scrutinizing the group of newcomers before sending a guard into the city and then finally speaking up to address you. "State your business."

Meridia had been given a few curious looks until she had seemingly deferred to Dormir, who was looking more as the one in charge.

Ensuring to not appear aggressive, Dormir raises both hands to about chest-height, showing his calloused but empty palms, Dormir clearly enunciates his introduction, "G'day to ye. Me name's Dormir Emberheart, protector of many, son of Theramir Emberheart, associate smithy of the Ironforge Metallurgy League, son of Malduin Emberheart, high priest of the Seven Sorrows. If ye've been privileged t' visit th' Grand City, ye've witnessed me father's craft adornin' th' shoulders o' every fightin' lad in th' land. Ye might've even sought guidance from me father's father at his temple." Dormir smiles, closing his palms and points both thumbs over each shoulder. "Those standin' t' me rear are me diplomatic associates in a personal business matter. We are in front o' ye without hostility and ask only for yer hospitality long enough t' carry out our personal business and be on our way."

Near the end of Dormir's speech, an armored human man on a horse comes to the front of the crowd, beside the seasoned man who addressed you. "That depends on what exactly your personal business might be." He scrutinized the group for a moment before speaking again. "I am Lieutenant Aden. We will take you before Lady Proudmoore. She will want to meet you."
Lieutenant Aden turns his steed around as the crowd parts, allowing you entrance into the city through a gate house and a gauntlet of guards leading you straight through the city to the central tower of Theramore.
At the base of the tower stands a human woman in modest purple and white robes, long blonde hair, and a kind smile. "Welcome to Theramore. I am Lady Proudmoore. Please, come inside." She opens the overly large door behind her, revealing a meeting hall that couldn't possible fit inside a tower this size. Two guards close the door behind you all and remain on the inside. Meridia can feel the power of the arcane pulse from the tower, a delicious fragrance in the air.
At the far end of a long feast table appropriate for a party three times your size stands a stern looking female night elf clad in fine chain mail and a longsword on her hip. Lady Proudmoore gestures for you to sit. "I'm terribly sorry we missed your arrival announcements. I do hope the hasty arrangements we were able to make are adequate. Shall we dine first?" A flourish of Jaina's hand brings a flash of purple-white light across the table, leaving plates and dishes overflowing with food.

Accepting the pleasantries and hospitality being offered,
Dormir agrees to dining before the discussion. Time is required to be successful. "Aye, though this is much more hospitality than expected, th' road has worn us weary. Let us dine together in yer fine hall."
Dormir glances at the others, hoping to convey confidence and assurance.

Everything seems to be exactly as it appears: a polite, diplomatic meeting.

After a few moments of silence at the table, Jaina speaks up. "Perhaps a bit of small talk to break the ice. I do hope your journey went well. The marsh can be a bit dangerous. "

Thalnazz, sitting beside Meridia, tries to guide her on where things are, "Oh, watch out - I mean, be careful. No, the plate is to the left. Your other left. That's your drink you just spilled." Eventually, he physically guides her hands to get a feel for the whole setting.

Seeing the spectacle, Jaina plays the perfect diplomat, smiling politely and pausing almost imperceptibly. "Do you require any assistance?"

Meanwhile, Wembil is happily loading up his plate, making sure to hand Allyk any and every meat dish. "Oh my, yes. You'll like that very much."

Jaina accepts the elf's answer with a small nod and her customary smile before returning to her meal. The silence is broken only by the clink of dishes and sounds of chewing. The entire time, the female night elf stands stoically behind and to Jaina's right. She gives each of you stern looks.

Jaina clears her throat and stands after several minutes of silence. "I sense that you have pressing matters to attend to. Let's get right to it, shall we? If I might know with whom I have pleasure of meeting, perhaps I could be of assistance. Again, I am Jaina Proudmoore, ruler of Theramore."

Dormir nods, acknowledging Jaina's suggestion to move things along. He drops the chunk of meat from one hand and the biscuit from the other hand, finishes chewing the abundance of food currently in his mouth, and wipes his fingers clean with the cloth napkin nearest to his plate. With a clearing of the throat, he announces, "Aye, seems we strapped on th' feed bag and put on th' blinders. Me name's Dormir Emberheart, protector of many, son of Theramir Emberheart, associate smithy of the Ironforge Metallurgy League, son of Malduin Emberheart, high priest of the Seven Sorrows. The pleasure is truly ours. Yer hospitality does not go unrecognized." Dormir gives a modest nod to show respect, and then glanced around at his cohorts, inviting them to introduce themselves.