Although that was true, if you thought about it carefully, aside from holding positions at the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau and the Military Intelligence Department, Brother Krell's main job was still with the Equipment Division of the Alliance Starfleet. After all, he was the chief engineer in charge of overseeing the construction of four Main God-class ships. That made him, in short, the Chief Overseer... Ah, no, the Chief Builder.
Now that the four Main Gods had finally been completed, and he, the head of the military procurement delegation, was getting ready to return home, it seemed only right, both emotionally and morally, to sit down with the Chief Builder across from him... Ah, no, the Chief Overseer, have a few drinks, and share in the friendship between their two nations. That was only basic decency, after all.
As for the fruit platter and such, it really wasn't important. At least, not right now.
When Yu Lian went downstairs and out through the hotel entrance, he did indeed see a line of luxury cars sprawled across the road outside, blocking the way with utter disregard for anyone else. A well-dressed Kaldar goblin butler stood beside the cars. The moment he saw Yu Lian, he broke into a radiant, chrysanthemum-like smile of relief, then bowed deeply.
Yu Lian knew this goblin butler, of course. Who else could it be but the same one who had nearly committed seppuku in front of him last time?
Come to think of it, what was the old gentleman's name again? Earthen Cellar? Silverhorn?
We had to admit that psionics had its positive side in some respects. If they were ordinary humans, they probably wouldn't be able to tell goblins apart.
Faced with this kindly old man, who was all smiles, gentle, and humble, yet liable to