Solarix is here at the Spire of Freedom, peering at the now-hidden door, concealed perfectly in the spies' side. Several of his Guard were nearby, watching quietly and attentively as he leaned on his staff heavily, looking tired. "A strange phrase for a mech who requested this meeting.' remarks the old bot as he leans on his staff. HIs guards watch of course, but no weapons were drawn. Trusting bravely in the Spire of course as the Hierophant stood before Megatron, not kneeling or bowing, beyond a nod of respect to the other leader. "It's rare I leave the city; even for one as yourself."