In a far, quiet corner, of the marigold room, Mordecai Heller sits, sipping a cup of tea. When you approach him, he raises an eyebrow and l looks up at you with a monotone, and lightly skeptical expression. His green eyes meet yours through those small round spectacles of his, still holding the cup of tea with his hand. His tail flicks slightly behind him before he speaks up. "Greetings... Who are you? What exactly are you over here for?"