Some time later, a third man arrived. He was a tall, thin, elderly man. Looking somewhat skeletal beneath his uniform. There was an air of unease about him, something... uncanny. Perhaps his calm, perhaps the way he moved or looked at people.
"If you will excuse me, there were some delays with the transport. I believe we have business to discuss." He spoke, neither sitting down nor taking tea.
"You want to get a large vessel out of Kusari, is that right?"
