Marod's exact appearance might have seemed comical had Lunise and Meesei not appreciated the circumstances they had summoned him in. He walked in with the utmost trademark confidence in his ever-present small smile and straight posture. All in spite of his tired, baggy eyes. However, his light blue nightgown stood out against the dark leathers of the two Penitus Oculatus agents flanking him. His only similarity to the bodyguards was a short sword sheathed and secured on a belt around his waist.

"Ah." He clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head in greeting. "Meesei, Lunise. Jolly good of you to visit. Martin?" He glanced to the agent at the desk. "I shall be using the third meeting room until further notice. We are not to be disturbed."

The agent nodded. "Understood, sir."

"Come along, we can speak in private," Marod said to Meesei and Lunise, gesturing to a nearby door with his head.

They were directed to an austere room with a few comfortable chairs and a table. A few pieces of stationary and a portrait of some old emperor long past set the room apart from an interrogation room. However, Marod was the only person to keep Meesei and Lunise company.

He leaned one forearm on the table, sizing Meesei and Lunise up with fleeting looks until he breathed in. "How went your hunt for Do'rhajul, Meesei?" he asked, almost as if trading small talk. "I have been meaning to ask if you saw fit to keep him alive. He could fetch a tidy bounty with us as a deserter of the Legion."