There is a flurry of ornate robes, one last round of honeyed, flattering words, and finally they are left alone. Jade takes advantage of this brief moment of quiet to assess his new life. Zakrian does not seem like a cruel man - if anything, he's flippant, but one does not become head of a powerful trade empire without some measure of ruthlessness.

Regardless, it seems as though his stay here will be tolerable. Although he's still on his knees, Jade regards Zakrian as he would an equal, not the slightest hint of fear on his face.

"I must admit, my knowledge of your people is regrettably lacking," he says, with the tone of someone making casual conversation. "May I ask how you would prefer to be addressed?"