[sblock=Spot, DC 15]The ground where he landed is cracked in a cobweb pattern. Only something much larger than the Mahatkata could have made those dents.[/sblock]"A pleasure to meet all of you. I so rarely get visitors here." He starts to head towards the other end of the courtyard and a set of large, ornate oak doors. Once there, he claps his hands and the doors open to a large room with white marble floors and walls. In the center is a large table, close to the ground, surrounded by white pillows with silver trim and tassles. At least ten svirfneblin, dressed entirely in white, stand around the perimeter of the room. He claps his hands, and two of them bow and leave.
"They're going to fetch some wine and start dinner. We can talk," he says as he gestures to the table and pillows. "Why don't you start by telling me what you'd like to know?" He finds a large soft pillow, pulls it towards the table, and sits down, Indian-style.