The leather chair turns, revealing an opulently dressed Earthling man (or a man who appears to be an Earthling, which is more likely.)

"Greetings Kozmotis Pitchiner. I am the Emperor, numbered fourth among the Arcana, and this is my Conversation Space."

(This man is not without his fears. Can Kozmotis read them closely enough to have a hint of what they are or just that they exist and are present in a muted fashion, like worries in the back of the mind?)