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Emberling
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Seated in his office in Idela Temple, info tablet in hand, monitor on, papers spread neatly across his desk before him, Erion was brushing up on the latest information and news about the Felids that were to be visiting Idela for an undetermined length of time. He'd been aware of the visit for some time and had skimmed over relevant information in the lead up to the day he was to meet with them, but there was always time for a quick refresher before heading out. As he scrolled through the info tablet a knock on his door sounded, soon followed by his secretary's voice as the door slid open. "Sir, it's almost time for your meeting with the Felid visitors. Sir Venkier said to meet him at the front of the Temple so you can both personally greet them."
"Ah, thank you, Khitos. Please get my coat, I'll be out momentarily." Erion nodded at the woman who then disappeared from sight before he turned to tidy up his desk. He still felt fairly underprepared, but he often felt like that when it came to meeting visiting species; despite his confidence, and the fact he scarcely ever was underprepared, the little nagging feeling always seemed to linger at the back of his mind. But, with a brisk shake of his head once his desk was cleared, Erion walked out into the foyer where Khitos put his jacket on for him and then walked him to the door.
"Please ensure that my schedule for next week is confirmed, Khitos, and the office is tidy. Once that is done, you may leave. I feel this meeting will run quite long, but I won't be needing your assistance. Enjoy your weekend." Whilst Erion is rather curt when it comes to, well, just about everything, it doesn't mean he lacks sincerity when it comes to friends and co-workers. Although, his sister may beg to differ. "Thank you, sir. I trust your meeting will go as well as always."
Feeling as prepared as he was ever going to feel, Erion made his way through the upper halls of the Temple to the lift, oblivious to his secretary watching him leave; in fact, he was oblivious to just about everything she did if it wasn't work related. He gets out at the bottom floor, where the giant pillars that reach to the ceiling are far wider than what he can see of them on the upper levels – there is only 4 in total (for 5 including the ground), but given the Altorians height, ceilings are usually at least 12 feet tall. He can see Venkier waiting by the inside of the front door, dressed in similar attire as Erion; long pants, and a shirt hidden by the long sleeved button up coat with a simple collar that didn't sit quite flat. But that's where their similarities end, as Erion is a deep blue in colour with debossed markings that are plain in colour and has short teal hair; Venkier is red with black markings, about an inch taller, but considerably older if his greying hair and ageing skin was anything to go by.
"Ah, Erion, there you are. The visitors are due to arrive shortly, and I felt it would be more appropriate that we greet them ourselves once their valet pulls up." He holds his hand out and Erion reaches out to shake it as he comes within reach, nodding in agreement at the idea. "Come, we'll wait at the bottom of the stairs." If there is one thing about Altorian officials, they like to be early, and in Erion and Venkier's case, that goes double. The pair wait for probably another 15 or near 20 minutes, the time filled with the older man chatting away about various other politics whilst Erion just listens, before the limo-like-corvette (a small type of shuttle used for short-distance travels throughout the city for high ranking officials or important visitors) pulls up and the driver steps out to open the door, allowing those inside to step out.
|| @Koshachiy