The door opens with a soft click. A batpony steps inside, wings folded neatly, his posture calm and attentive. His coat is neatly brushed, his smile polite, though his eyes remain quietly watchful, taking in every detail without hurry. When he speaks, his tone is steady and warm, with a subtle spark of lively interest beneath it.

"Good evening. I’m Silver Veil, Minister of Interior for the Lunar Empire. I’m glad you’re here. I value straightforward, honest conversation. When ponies speak openly, understanding comes naturally."