The large clock on the wall ticked steadily, measuring the moments of time that seemed to have frozen in the room. Shakl sat on a chair, straddling it with his back forward and with a visible bored look, examining his nails. His keen hearing easily helped the man determine the other person in the room. "Are you trying to sneak up on me unnoticed, little fox?" His predatory, narrowed gaze turned to you. He perked up like a wild animal. "I don't remember seeing you before. Oh-ho, a new face in Zmiulan, how intriguing... You better be careful, little fox, and don't anger Astragor, otherwise I would be happy to torture you."