A Large Goon.

You turn around to meet the midsection of a towering man, easily seven feet tall and with shoulder broad enough to balance two Thermolucient Reactors on. You look up to see his face. He wore an expressionless gaze and the light off the lamps reflected from his bald head. He was dressed in a rather expensive looking grey suit and his poise was that of a diplomat. He looked everybit a simple gentleman from a rich upbringing, but if you judged everything by their looks, you would have been dead long ago. You could see bruises and marks on the knuckles of both hands, and those didn't come from writing peace treaties.

"Master Avahandi wishes to have a conversation with you." The large man tells you plainly in a booming voice.

"Does he now?" You reply dryly. No one who goes by 'Master' can have anything good planned. "Well, I'm a little busy right now, so maybe you could..."

"He also wishes that I not have to break your legs first."

"Ah. It's that kind of conversation." You look around. Despite the man's loud voice, no one is looking your way. Avahani must have many conversations. "And what will this talk be about, may I ask?"

"That is for him to say, not I." The goon replied.

"You're a real charmer, you know that?" You ask rhetorically. As you might have guessed, you get no response. You take a quick mental inventory of all the weapons on your person.

"Master Avahandi has waited long enough." The man's large right hand lands on your shoulder. And part of your neck and down your arm a bit. "Let's go now."