Thrumming the tips of his glove along the lower edge of his mask, Lahabrea regards the stranger with barely concealed scorn.

“Lahabrea, Speaker of the Convocation of Fourteen, Ascian.”

He bites down his pride to incline his head the slightest. A mock bow for a farce of a clandestine meeting.

“And who exactly, would I have the ~pleasure~ of meeting tonight?”