From: Christopher John Cunliffe <698cunliffecj@deanery.wigan.sch.uk>

Tenaka looked up in surprise as his acute senses told him something was
happening. And just in time. As he looked a red body fell from the sky to
land on top of him. As he fell, he rolled in the air to land on his front
and brace his fall with his hands. As he hit the ground he felt the red
stranger above him. Ah, he thought. Another woman.
Feeling only slightly embarrassed (not close to what the Elf with the
broken blade must feel) he quickly pushed himself up and then offered his
hand to the newcomer. She took it and he hauled her to her feet to stand
alongside him.
"Now this is sorted out," he said in a loud voice, "and all are on their
feet again, I shall endeavour to answer your questions. I am Tenaka Khan,
Dreadlord. I came to be here by services of the Mage's Guild at the
instruction of my master, who ordered me to hunt down people whom the
stories would deem worthy of his favour. You three, I came here seeking 
along with the remainder of your party should they survive the tunnel.
You," he said, pointing at the newcomer, "I know not."
Tenaka watched carefully at the impression his introduction made on the
four women. The one with the broken sword still seemed to be trying to hide
her embarrassment and his words did not seem to have registered on her yet.
The second, who looked younger than the others, was still giggling quietly
behind her hand, but her eyes had widened at his claim. The third,
seemingly the leader, simply stood quietly. Nothing showed on her face. The
fourth, who had arrived late, seemed surprised more than anything else. And
perhaps slightly fearful at having landed upon such a fearsome man.
Perhaps.
Tenaka, seeing that there was little trust put towards him from the
original group, and nothing at all from the fourth, reached into the
confines of his cloak and activated another of his tricks to open a hole
through nothing, reaching back to his Master's Tower.  Closing his hand on
a familiar shape he withdrew it and held it out to the young wood elf with
the broken blade. The Daedric katana gleamed softly in the desert sun and
he waited to see if she would accept his offer