The kedan woman elects to take advantage of the audience today to visit, though these events have been lately more dominated by Foreigners. She lingers in the antechamber to watch them, an innocuous figure until it's her turn. If she's surprised to see Eshai painting, she gives no sign of it.

"Ironwood Emperor," she says with a bow, formal but not simpering, her dark eyes bright and smiling. "I wanted to thank you in person for your recent indulgence of the Foreigner's holiday."