Entering with an air of purpose about him, the man who just the day before introduced himself as Alastar Tritarian, wends his way stiffly through the varied servants, entertainers, and boot lickers. His expensive clothing is not the opulence of the kind seen in this area, but a more subdued, clean, and crisp attire. Hi heavily scarred, skeletally thin face stand in sharp contrast to the perfect lines of his dress. In a short matter of moments he presents himself before Nasiri. "Lorda," he says with a slight bow. "Could you spare a moment to discuss some additional business?"