Tyra returns with him, immediately heading for her lair to fall into a deep slumber, exhausted from having to deal with so many humans, today. Naadrina arrives a few minutes later, surprisingly more prompt than the last time they spoke. She's dressed in a thin, black robe, and he can tell she's not wearing anything beneath it; it's not thin enough to be indecent, but it doesn't leave much to the imagination. She sits across from him, silent for a moment, then, slightly hesitantly, asks, "How did your audience with the autocrat of this province eventuate?"