*Entering the sitting room, he sees several comfortable chairs seated across from each other around a large and beautiful carpet with an intricate swirling pattern. Each chair has a side table next to it that could hold a plstter for tea and crumpets. The Baron sits in one of the chairs, sipping at his tea. He is a man in his early thirties, with mid-length ash-blond hair, a steely keen expression that seems to analyse everything in his gaze to glean every insight, and a stylish and expensive outfit. He wears a pair of white silk gloves emblazoned on the back with the same Lesser Dragonmark of Making sigil that can be found on the servants' livery. Of note, though Kharas gets the hunch that the other people in the city are constructs (though his contact with Liliara and others show that they look and act like ordinary people, and their skin feels like skin, not metal), the Baron seems to just be human.*
"Ah, you must be Kharas, our unusual visitor, no? As I wager you know already, I am the Baron ir'Spiras. You wished to speak with me?"