Anbira, as custom required, bowed to his hosts deeply. Upon rising, he regarded them. Beyond the Cizerack matron were other offworlders. A pair of Neimoidians lingered to the right, wringing their hands as they returned a pale shadow of the Jedi's greeting bow. To the left, a gaunt Muun smiled quite thinly. Perhaps Anbira read too much into it. The facial features of Muuns were at times minimalistic. Further still, a massive Hutt shifted on a floating dais, saying nothing.

"Ai'chaarree'da'nee'rraa." The Jedi Master dutifully addressed the matron in polite, but wrongly-inflected Cizeri. It apparently pleased the matron to see the Jedi humble himself to at least attempt it.

"And we welcome you as well, Masterr Hjicchorru. We arre pleased that the Jedji Orrderr has agrreed to hearr ourr clajims."

The Muun whispered something inaudible in her ear, which gave Anbira pause. The Matron nodded, and continued.

"jI must have yourr assurrances that you wjill speak jin custody of ourr jinterrests jin the Senate, yes?"

Anbira nodded.

"That is correct. We will plead your case on Coruscant. In return, we bring a series of requests for your conclave to hear in regards to Calan."

The Matron didn't immediately respond, letting her eyes drift toward Loki as she thought about Anbira's deal.