Ilpholin's Office - Red Head

Oh yes, he does indeed knock. Irregularly.

Upon entering, he stalks over to the left hand chair and sits down, looking around the office as he does so. He doesn't seem surprised be the sparsity of it, simply nodding his head and grinning. Then his gaze snaps back to Ilpholin, and he puts both hands together before giving an awkward little bow, remaining in his seat the whole time of course.

"Ilpholin, I presume? My name is... Reinhardt. Phineas Reinhardt. Or at least it was." He stares into space for a second, as if pondering the name. "I bring greetings from my Mistress, a newcomer to the Nexus. Being that she shares...a certain disagreeable disposition with your organization, she thought it would be best to negotiate a no interference policy, before any altercations occur." He's trying to be extraordinarily careful with his wording, and obviously takes the role of a diplomat quite seriously. Perhaps he might in turn be taken seriously if he didn't have frozen cake all over his head.