[@rush99999] Colby enters though he declines the offer of a soda without comment. He is an athletic looking man for a lawyer and his dark eyes smoulder with something more than determination. There is a faint sharp chemical scent to him.

"Mr January, I will be brief," he says formally, setting his briefcase down and opening the clasps with a snap. 

"I'm here on a legal matter with regards to the estate of the late Magus Harold Robinson." As he talks he produces a legal folio marked with a number of seals and sigils.