"Uh... okay" says Kador as the armoured man turns to leave.

Somewhat flustered by the brief encounter, and somewhat confused as to the purpose of the visit, he turns to the other figure.

"Was that Nanpali I heard across the translators" he asks in Amarrian.... realising his own stupidity he pulls out the small neocom unit Canus had given him and checks for translation programmes, satisfied with the one he finds he translates his words into the woman's foreign language.

"Welcome honoured guest. What can I do for you?"

Then he hastily adds

"Of which people are you? You garb says Matari, but your tongue says Caldari. Pardon This One but I am a little on edge as of late."

Kador beckons the warrior to follow him inside where he takes the soldier aside, then to take a seat.

"Can I get you anything Ms...?"

He nod politely at her explaination, breaths a sigh of relief.

"Indeed it is Ms Yun Hee, though this pales in comparison before our Catherdral of the Stayed Sword. If you are interested in Ancient Amarrian architecture such a place would be a great interest to you as many aspects of older generational differences are built seamlessly into modern Amarrian architecture.... but forgive me where are my manners. "

He quickly walks into the back offices fetching two cups, refilling the vessel of spiced wine, and filling another with pure mountain water. He quickly hurried back with the elegant pitchers placing them neatly on the table.

"I am Templar Crusader Kador Ouryon, it would be amiss of me not to offer any guest a drink while they visit the offices of Paladin Metsar over there" he says, pointing the blonde man, already enagaged in conversation with an Amarrian new comer.

"Please go ahead, here with have a pleasant vintage of spiced wine, and in the other pitcher some spring mountain water from Amarr Prime."

"My commander, the Paladin has an attachment to Athra. Its is his pleasure to always have such water on hand." Kador replies in an offhand manner, shrugging.

Perhaps I shouldn't have used it, he contemplated internally.

"Well then Denak, I suppose its time we get back to where we were." He says, turns to Metsar, giving him a strange defeated look.

"The paladin will already know this, or he will soon enough. But as I said earlier, Satja is indeed a mortal. In our line of work meeting immortals and mortals is common enough, though the two usually tend to separate themselves voluntarily. Since the pair of us had been out on the front lines in Devoid I guess I forgot how dangerous they can be..... it one thing to know your enemy is immortal and across the lines... its another to have one appear when you think you are safe."

He turned back to the Intaki, meeting his gaze.

"You think I am foolish?"

'I suppose that it seems odd for an immortal to place such... dependence on a mortal...My mind would say its folly but for the warning in my heart that tells me otherwise..."

He shrugged again.

"Many people have told me I am foolish over the years.... old friends, officers, and enemies...I suppose I have heard that all my life."

"Forgive me for prying...but I know so little about you Denak surely you must have met people like this in your time as an immortal. The people who make it bearable.... I am somewhat curious about where you come from. As a scion of the Intaki you carry yourself better than most I meet from the Federation."

Satja frowned at the new comer.

For one thing he was young, then their were the scars. Were they mementos of his humanity? Irreconcilable and unchanging or simply for show, his vanity written all over his face.

He scared her a little, for his youth coupled with the dark edge his scars gave him made him implacable, as if her were out of place even amongst the room of older men and immortals.

What irked her though was the look he gave her. Her skin crawled, the smile was recognisable as something between appreciation and disdain. Looking at him she thought he might have been Gallentean, that would have explained the look she supposed.

She glanced over to Kador, who had gone rigid. Had he seen that same look?

I supposed that's mildly flattering, she considered, her train of though broken by Kador's eerily polite tone.

"Aye welcome" He said, "...I suppose the first thing one would need to learn about the Amarr is that we appreciate manners... but I digress. My name is Kador Ouryon, Crusader and Templar of the Praetoriate. We have a wonderful library dedicated to the preservation and education of Amarrian culture, run by our very own Templar Twelve.... he is very knowledgeable on the subject. He...."

She noted a slight twinge of Kador's dark eyebrows, perhaps annoyance. He never like the Gallente much, and perhaps this mans entrance had ticked him off.

She bowed low. Interjected, drawing the conversation to herself, cutting off a sharp remark she knew he would regret. She gestured to herself.

" Welcome to you. I am Satja. May I fetch you a drink?" She felt dirty saying those words to a non Amarrian, but somehow she figured it was worth it to avoid and incident.

At this Kador shook his head.

"Either way we are out to business" He commented brusquely. " Sir if you wish to discuss anything specifically, we may do it on the way to Demel's for I have business with his. To me Satja. I thank you Paladin Metsar, for accommodating Denak as well for your time."

She internally shrugged, dropped into a formation at his side, and without looking at the scary Gallentean the pair exited the Emmisary into the halls.