The man approaching her table should probably quiver in shame and turn around and leave, but he doesn't, because he's the worst man in the universe and doesn't feel things like shame.

He is medium height, medium build, brown skin, dark hair, eyes of blackest night. He wears an Cohort uniform without signifiers, and a iridescent robe, and a crown of laurel and baby's fingers.

There was a picture of him in Abigail Pent's childhood bedroom and he looked exactly like this.

"Lady of the Fifth House," he says, placing his hands on a chair at the table. "I was deeply grieved to hear of your passing."