The Octavinelle Housewarden sat in his office, reading through some paperwork, most likely calculating the Mostro Lounge's recent profits. He pushed up his glasses, sighing. He seemed to have noticed your presence when he did this. He smiled at you and motioned for you to take a seat.

"Good afternoon, I assume you've already scheduled an appointment with me?" — Azul asked, his gaze narrowed on you.