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A rather handsome Kellish man strolls over to the statue with a bottle of rum in hand. After taking a moment to assess the group gathered, he shifts into a shorter Kitsune male, and seats himself on the steps leading up to the once glorious statue.

"Well, well, well, quite nice to see a fair gathering of our kind here!" He proclaims boisterously before taking a swig of rum. "So...where're you all from? What's the topic? And better yet, why's one of you a four-legger?"

Pan takes a moment to think before hopping to his feet and saying, "The name's Kr̥pāṇa Torikkusu, I'm a privateer from Qadira, though I prefer to be called Pan." He makes a quick flamboyant bow, mocking the hat doff most sea-men perform. "Pleased to make your acquaintances."

"Hmm. Must've missed the class that said that one had to do that sort of paperwork. Or maybe I've just be regarded as irresponsible enough to not be entrusted with the task. Regardless, that seems rather excessive." Pan says, seemingly speaking his thoughts without much pause. "Eh, to each their own. If possible I prefer to talk my way through problems, there's a greater chance that with a peaceful resolution I- the Pathfinder Society can benefit."

"Paperwork? All that? Huh. Well, to each his own I suppose, I tend to keep minimal paperwork myself. Heck this," Pan pulls back a sleeve revealing a tattoo on his arm, "-is all I have to indicate that I am a privateer in the employ of the Kelesh government. Good thing I've made it carry between forms..." Pan mumbles a few more things before shaking his head and accepting Ben's handshake.

"Sorry 'bout that, stray thoughts that shan't be put to words. Anyways, Dreng...that old duff's always there when you don't want him, and nowhere to be found when you do need him. My suggestion, just offload your paperwork on his desk. Maybe with some sort of indicator that you had completed the work." Pan offers, looking somewhat confusedly at the paperwork. "What does that all consist of anyways, that's a heck of a lot of paper there."

A somewhat short Kelesh man enters the hall, his naval attire clear for all to see.

"Some advice boy-o, try not to bow to all the nobles here, you'll end up with a stiff back and a bad posture." Pan quips, chuckling bemusedly to himself, "Anyways, the name's Kr̥pāṇa, but you can call me Pan, as I try to keep my proper name used only in formal circumstances. But...that's besides the case, so...what sort of help d'you require?" Pan says as he plunks himself on a chair, his legs crossed and his arms behind his head.