"Um, hello... I was wondering if I could, ah, speak to? Or wait, no, it's probably better to just send a note.. Or.." Allia bumbled out words, her timidity transforming her straightforward request into long-winded nonsense. She was dressed in the ceremonial style armor of the House of Solidas, the Sword of Sheol on her back.

"GET ON WITH IT." Bellowed a giant dragon looking through a window. Zilant was highly intolerant of Allia's timidity.

Wincing in the face of true dragon breath, and mildly worried about getting more flammable saliva on herself, Allia steeled herself, opening the door.. To the receptionist.

The receptionist was rather nonplussed*, in the unperturbed but still intrigued sense of the word. While a summoned creature bellowing outside her door was unusual, it was not unprecedented.

"Can I help you?" She inquired dryly.

"Well... Do you have a handtowel?" Allia inquired back, still worried about aforementioned flammable saliva.

The handtowel was produced instantly by the receptionist from somewhere under the desk. The receptionist was still rather unamused.

"I.. mean.. Wait, no, what I came here for was.. I ah.. What I wanted to do.. Was talk to... Or leave a message for the Yamakage... Um.."

"Get on with it!" The bellow could be heard again, but muffled through the door this time.

"YES! Uhm.. You see, she calls herself the Pride of Exae.. And I'm from Exae.. And I was wondering if she knew what happened to my homeland." Allia finally finished her request.

*if you think that's not a meaning for that word, you are possibly English, and right, in the formal sense of that word.