Face the house of K'mpek; the three warriors stood motionless as the gates slowly swung open before them. The warriors within were scattered in a tactical pattern for security. The Warrior that approached stared at them sternly. "Welcome to House K'mpek." He did not give the customary bow or place a fist to his chest, but stared at them with a hard eyes of reluctance. He knew of them, and their dishonor and wanted nothing to do with them. But this was the house he served, and an audience had been granted. "I am informed to determine you purpose here, and to ensure that you are no armed in any manner." The First Officer stepped forward by one step. "I am Chey; Son of Profa. I have been sent to relay a bid for a slave; as a special gift to another house." "A Slave?" The Officer scowled questioningly. "I assume you mean one that dances; Since there is but one slave of this House." "That is correct." "I will relay that information and announce your arrival." He motioned for them to follow him to the waiting chamber. "Come." "Must be an exceptional slave." The First officer attempted to make idle conversation to show how at ease he was at being here. "As I have no time for slaves; I can not say." He stopped and stared back almost angrily. "But I will tell you this. You waste you time here." He then spun around and resumed walking.