Tyraguna grins as he speaks, though she pales, as best a dragon can, at the mention of the angel. "S-Solar? A powerful... ally, indeed," she says, musing as they walk toward the market. She grins wickedly, at his compliment, however. "That's the idea, of course."<br/><br/>Inside the building, Tyraguna forced to wait outside, due to not being able to sue the same entrance he does, he meets the shapeshifting woman, once again. "Of course. Your purchases are ready to be picked up, when you desire. If you'll follow me, the broker will meet with you, through here." She leads him through another door with sequences of buttons, and down a short hallway, to a comfortable sitting room. Already seated, next to a stack of papers about three feet high, is a being who, aside from his blatantly devilish features, would pass for a human lawyer, complete with small glasses, perched on his nose. "Ahh, sir, welcome," he says, rising from his seat, and offering a bow, gesturing to the nearby chair. "We shall get started right away; you've kept us quite busy, with your request. We had our best diviners, planeswalkers, and contacts at work, almost the entire day, and I think we've successfully answered all of your questions." He pats the giant stack, next to him. "I can also, easily, explain any relevant facts you might wish, as I have all the information here committed to memory.