The gate was open so you could move up the huge lawn towards an equally impressive private mansion. There were several steps to climb before you reached the front door where you could ring the doorbell. 

A Sumarian male answered the door. You didn't need to be very well-trained in seeing the differences between members of other races to notice that this was not the person you had spoken with over the holophone. This man was tall and thin, towering over you with a very blank look on his face, clearly not recognising you. He wore a Sumarian formal suit, which looked like a blue linnen bathrobe, with red accentuations and a red belt to keep it together. Under that you could only see hints of a blue dress shirt and no pants. He wore shoes, though  "Yeeeeees?" He asked with a slur as he looked down on you from above. The man's breath smelled rather awful, as was the case for most Sumarians.