Seeing someone approach him, Orion casually stands up and raises an eyebrow slightly to the approaching figure. Orion quickly stood up and in a cold voice asked, “How may I be of service?” scanning the perimeter for his men. Five. Very good. “In case you get any ideas being one of those dreadful assassins or something that seem to love trying to kill me, I’ve got five armed men surrounding the perimeter,” Orion says with a dark smile.