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A middle aged man stood before her, looking down at her through squinty eyes, as if the site of her hurt him. He wore a black suit and white gloves. Les started to apologize for looking around and peeking in the doorway. She assured the man she hadn't actually heard anything and that she wasn't actually eavesdropping. She spoke nervously and stumbled over her words until the man cleared his throat again and brought her to silence. Once Les had stopped rambling the man, who stood at perfect attention asked her to follow him and turned on his heels and led her further down the hall. Les followed the man at a distance, not wanting to leave Talon behind, but it had seemed that Talon was done leading her, and this man had been expecting her and was her guide for now. So she followed him down the hall and into a great dining room. Les had never seen a table so long, with so many chairs. At the far end, there was a placemat set out with silverware and cups. The man stopped next to the chair and pulled it out. Then he looked sideways at Les, as if he wanted her to sit. So she did. Then he went around the table to address her directly.