F-613: Crystal Coast Resort, Convention Centre
On the upper catwalk, leaning casually against the rail, Lia notes a man who seems vaguely familiar. He is wearing neat civilian clothes and seems to be idly looking out and down at the room.
One of the liveried attendants from near the small desk approaches Oliver, “Mer, may I help you?”
“Yes, we were invited by the/an (whichever is more appropriate) Overcrat.”
“We’re here for the agriculture conference.”
Can Lia place where she knows the man from?