Patriarch Abebe was most curious about these rituals. In fact he even had plans for it.

"Most curious indeed. I certainly will be looking forward to witnessing the rituals in the demonstrations in the coming days. Would it be appropriate to join in these rituals as well?"

A loud trumpet could then be heard. It played a triumphant tune and soon from an alley a giant mass arrived. It was the Kontauri.

"Ah, my friends here comes the Kontauri delegation. The only non-Terran race of our Star Kingdom that wished to participate in this festival. Sadly the Cheunh declined, but I'm sure the Kontauri will more than compensate for it."

Professor Smith couldn't help but tease the Patriarch and added his own opinion of the Kontauri.

"Compensate? I think you mentioned to say OVERcompensate."

Despite Abebe's many attempts to convince them to join the Terran delegation from the beginning, the Kontauri wanted in fact to make a flamboyant entrance. It is what the Kontauri loved to do and everyone had to agree, that did it rather well. Four trumpetists, played on the Kontauri equivalent of a ceremonial trumpet, lead the group of twenty or so Kontauri. Approaching the large delegation of religious officials, the trumpetists split off revealing Kontauri religious delegation. There was a clear dimorphism. The females were shaved and only had long tail of hair coming from the back of their head. They were dressed in a similar fashion as Mirala, though their clothes were much more transparent bordering inappropriate standards. The males on the other hand wore robes filled with patterns similar to the giant hair crest on their heads. The lead Kontauri was a middle-aged Kontauri and grey stirpes were already appearing in his round crest. Though jolly he was as he spoke with the sharp Kontauri accent full of passion.

"Ah my dear friends from other celestial worlds. I'm Priest Andilo Lotoru of the Kontauri Ascendancy. I'm pleased that our Terran friends have taken care of you so well. To greet each other proper, I insist that everyone drink of this fine bravari! What festival is this without a proper party! Let's loosen up!"

The female Kontauri grabbed the glasses for the religious officials. Both Stoinians and Drakari were offered a small glass of a red-brown drink with a particular strong aromatic taste. Despite the insistence of the smiling Kontauri female, those prohibited of drinking alcohol by there religion were given an exception.