Sulen notices, and tilts their head up to slightly raise one eyebrow at him. "Vauhan Imsayed, correct?" they say. A sharp, handsome face, fluid motions, and a Kniferose Unsheathed, Sulen remembers from earlier. They try not to scry right up close like this outside of interrogations because they can never shake the suspicion that it makes them go cross-eyed and it almost certainly does give them an glassy, vacant look, whatever Ashari says. Knifrerose Unsheathed is one of Ashari's signifiers, but Sulen isn't sure they can count on that giving them any insight into this absurdly tall stranger. "Please, sit down." The couch is just about big enough for three people who know each other very well, or there's a cushion on the floor.