In the lobby sat the Draenei with his hands clasped in his lap, wearing a spotless white lab-coat with an emblem on the right shoulder. He looked up at Valeen and cocked his head slightly.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "So that's why she's drawn to you, how curious."</span>With a nod he stood up and bowed slightly.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Greetings, I am Doctor Ystrenva, and I understand you are the head of security of this... peculiar city."</span>He reached into his coat and produced a small photograph, which he offered to Valeen.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "This woman, my wife and assistant, recently visited this city looking to reclaim unit N.4.L.0 and bring her back to the lab before things got... out of hand. She was skinned and her skin was sent back to me in a box, I am willing to write off her death as..." </span>He paused for a moment and rubbed his chin.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I'll pass it off as a business expense, in return for your cooperation in helping me reclaim my possession. There's not an evil bone in her body, I know because I've seen them all with my own eyes, but she wasn't supposed to be active this long and her predecessors have all had... catastrophic failures."</span>He tucked the picture back into his coat then clapped his hands together.<span style="color: darkgreen">"So, do I have your assistance in this matter? I get a ticking time bomb out of your city, and claim my wife's death as an accident. Really, it is a win-win for the city."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>