Commander Shepard was, to say the least, bewildered and alarmed to discover that the elevator she had just stepped off of had not brought her to the lower levels of the Citadel, as she had expected, but rather to some bizarre medieval outdoor feast, which currently seemed to be attended by only one other person. Her hand flew to her guns - it was an instinctive defensive action upon finding herself in unusual situations.

The man seated at the stone table before her had an unusual look to him - his eyes were [i]too[/i] bright - and Shepard was inclined not to trust him. However, after casting a searching glance around the area she now found herself in, she determined that there was no immediate threat, and stepped forward, relaxing her hold on her pistol. She did not sit, however; merely stood still, keeping the table in between herself and the man.

"Who are you?" She demanded. "And where am I?"