Slowly, the sound of footsteps would echo towards the Lalafell's ears as someone paced methodically down the hall, every few steps the hall seemed to be darker as if someone snuffed out the torches. It could have been the guard, but doubtless they would not spend so much time to simply walk to a cell. The pacing and the individual to which the sounds belonged, stopped abruptly at the cell's door. The lighting was dim, where they stood, a silhouette with minor details able to be seen just in the gloom, if one squinted. It was a male, with his posture and framing, that much was clear, but he was dressed to blend in with the dark and gave no other details about his appearance, carefully hidden beneath his indescript clothing and black mask. He radiated a coldness, a hard, emotionless face, matched with emotionless, professional demeanor. After a moment of staring into the cell from the entrance, he would merely state in a neutral tone, "We have business to discuss."
