The woman turns to look at the guard with a smile on her face, it does not seem to be very mirthful “ Usstan am Yath’abben Nath’dril Ken’duis. Usstan am here to meet the mighty Zau’afin Quellar.. Usstan have been here many cycles, and heard many stories , but perhaps simply a bad sense of timing, have yet to have the opportunity to learn more about dos, and dossta place in the city..” the last bit brings a bit of a smirk to her face, as if enjoying some personal joke. “ Perhaps dos are willing to allow such curiosities?” during her whole introduction she spoke louder then was necessary. She had no interest in the guards opinions on the matter, and in their society there was always another ear nearby .