The lion clearly looks distressed by the situation. "Oh, gods, it<em>is</em>you. Well, let's get out of this musty storage closet, and get you seated somewhere fitting your importance." He runs his hand through his mane absently, leading the way to the main hall of the manor. "Descendant? Yes, yes, I suppose I would be, wouldn't I? It's nothing to concern yourself over, to be honest; an ambassador from the neighboring nation, 'requesting' more favorable trade relations, and I've spent the last seven days preparing for these negotiations, and they're not going as well as I'd prefer. So, may I ask what brings you back here, after vanishing from the planes for the last several centuries? Please tell me you don't plan to bring a war to my city."