There is a young woman seated amidst all this grandeur. Her clothes are exotic even if the colors are plain, her unkempt hair is pinned back as if the mess could ever be tamed, and she is staring down the cat before her as if she could very well will it to die with a thought.

--and, well, she is coming close to that before she hears movement and snaps her head toward the noise. Her green eyes, practically shimmering with spite, stare at the intruder into her silent staring contest.

Parsee points at the other, and then at the cat. "Make it go away." The cat, of course, has no plans to leave until the scroll is read.