Suddenly, a male voice echoed over the room and called them to attention via a strong Sonorous charm. It came from a thin looking man who moved with the grace of a dancer, his lithe body moving smoothly underneath his black shirt and grey trousers. His hair almost matched the colour of his shirt and was cut in a messy, mid-length mop that gave him a rakish air. His face was pointy with a delicate, thin nose, but his eyes were shrewd and intelligent. Pinned to his lapel was the symbol of the cloudy moon.