The assembled delegates turned to face the newcomer, curious to see yet another trio at the entrance, either drawn by the gaze of their fellows or by the clicking of ornate footwear against stone.

From the looks of the leader of the trio, she moved with a rather... feline grace, her grey fur and swept-back auburn hair gently accentuated by the gold and magenta hued robes that clung to her figure a bit less conservatively than most spiritual leaders likely preferred.  Her smile, friendly though it was, seemed to radiate mischief to all assembled as she swept her eyes about the amphitheatre, the golden irises practically shining like beacons in a black pit.  Her companions, no doubt handmaidens or acolytes in training, trailed dutifully behind her, carrying sheet-covered pillows no doubt laden with gifts or tribute.

"Ah, friends, it is wonderful to see you all."  The alien woman bowed deeply to the group, her large pointed ears folding back in the process, her rolling accent almost Sinaian in tone.  "My apologies for the delay in my arrival.  I insisted that Ikoral and Areyiath go first."

"Greetings to you as well, Mirala."  Parrakas smiled to the felinoid kindly, motioning for her to rise from her admittedly theatrical bow.