Denak nods firmly, brushing over his suit a little while standing up. "Yes, I shouldn't hold you any longer, I appreciate your hospitality. Davadas, haacu prataya yavati, Kador." he replied, bowing deeply towards Kador and Satja right after she entered, before heading out towards the exit door.

On the way he came across Echo, gazing his numerous fashion scars to look tough, his stupid overconfident look on his face, and his clenching fist, all in one very brief glance. He barely acknowledged Echo's existence, simply walking past him and exiting the emissary without further words, except one quietly muttered to himself:

"Weko."

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.

Even as he was leaving the room he saw the Gallentean bow, and the irritation left his body. He had been disrespectful, and had shamed himself.

"This way if it please you" he says mid departure. "The libraries are this way as is the Cathedral, though I can do my best to educated you on the way."

He hoped the man had heard him, but did not stop to look, business was demanding that he visit Demel's offices in the next few hours.

((To the Summit Hallways we go if it suits you!))