"It could be said that you're a fine specimen yourself, Magus," says a tall, imposingly-figured man of unusual countenance. Although fit and statuesque of body, his froggish face and various otherworldly details offset would have been a striking handsomeness on anyone else. He dresses in his Games attire, being primarily a white, cloaked explorer's outfit with red triangles which trail into intricate swirls, a pair of steel-plated vambraces and various pieces of turquoise jewelry. A sinewy tentacle whip is wrapped around his left upper arm, but tucks behind his back so as to be mostly out of sight.
"My name is Caloia Phuan Melor," he says, bowing just enough to be polite to everyone in the room. "I am an artist by trade, and I would like to say that it is good to meet all of you." His gaze lingers on the jester for a few extra moments. "Speaking of which," he says abruptly, "Obanthari, how has business been since your commission?"