Elandra looks briefly around and, seeing the prevailing mood, shrugs. "Alright then," she instructs the guard, "Bring him in here. Never leave him with fewer than four men, got it?"
The guard nods and leaves. A couple of minutes later four guards bring in a short, well-dressed man of middling years. Human, or something very much like one in form, he is rather unremarkable in most ways, and certainly would not stand out at all in a crowd. He walks with a slight limp and has a cane of dark wood, mahogany or the like, which helps to support him. Ignoring the guards around him utterly, he steps forward and bows deeply before addressing everybody else present in a soft, reedy voice. "Good afternoon. His lordship Emenukaris extends his warm greetings to all of you."
He stands politely for a moment, perhaps waiting for an invitation to be seated. For her part, Elandra's face is wrinkled in undisguised disgust, and she shows no sign of offering such an invitation.