After a few minutes, a distinguished looking man entered the room. He looked to be in his early 50s, well dressed, though without the typical Montagne flamboyance. "Ladies. Gentlemen." he said, his accent distinctly not Montagne, probably Eisen, though softened somewhat. "My name is Ulrich Dohrmann, I am the master of this house. I am told that you wished to see me, on a matter of some importance perhaps?"<br/><br/>His gaze moved around the group, alighting on each individual, and a slight frown marred his brow. "What is it that brings you do my door?"<br/>