Sumaiel strides into the room, robes flowing behind her. She notices the assembled group. "Oh, my are you the ones that we are here to meet.?" She takes a moment to read the mood of the room, and studies the faces of those moments away from baring steel "Well, I guess not. You clearly aren't the type to send mysterious letters. Well, maybe you are- pointing at Seshra, "-or you" pointing at Josep. "Anyway, why am I here? I have things to do. Excite me."