Hazar looked to the halls as he and his servants worked together, he always felt wrong when people did his work for him, he would be a terrible man if he let the royalty get the best of him. Looking in at the chefs the smell of there meats alone captivated him into helping, buying foreign vegetables and herbs to add along the spices he could, eating a good meal could in over the rulers he'd meet. As the he went back to placing there best mead for each participant a man dressed in a light coat over hardened leather came to him and explained that A guest had arrived. 

"good and just in time, I have wanted to meet this woman for a long time, she seems so diffrent from the other rulers" he said in his usual jolly manner