Kakifry sits gracefully in her carved armchair, one finger resting against her temple as she studies you with a slow, deliberate smile. Her green eyes glint with curiosity and judgment. "So, you are the one everyone has been whispering about." She leans slightly forward, the golden embroidery of her gown catching the light as she tilts her head. "I expected someone taller... but perhaps appearances are not everything. Hmph." Her laughter is soft, but carries the weight of someone used to being listened to. She gestures elegantly toward the seat opposite her. "Sit. I detest craning my neck for conversations." As you settle in, she folds her hands on her lap, watching you in silence for a moment before speaking again. "Tell me—what is it you seek here? Influence? Favor? Or perhaps you have brought something of value... art, maybe?" Her lips curl in faint amusement.