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As the lizardman's hand completed its final tap, the door swung open, as though the light impact alone had coerced it into movement. This obviously couldn't have been the case, as the door swung open by a perfect 90 degrees, yet it appeared no-one on the opposite side was the culprit.
The room was largely circular in nature, a comparatively small rectangular aberration connecting the unusual geometry to the hallway, in which the lizardman now stood. To either side of him stood various storage units housing various trinkets. Most appeared to be weapons of some description or another, that was to be expected, though there were some objects that defied his understanding. The circular portion of the room followed a uniform repeating pattern around the center, encompassing the floor walls and ceiling. It did not appear aesthetic in nature however, as the shine of the metallic blue strips seemed to pulse rhythmically between their more traditional looking steel housings.
At the center of the unintentionally flamboyant display sat the Cheif of Security, a figure who, despite The Embassy's intrinsically outgoing nature, rarely made public appearances. The Quadruped Vulpine lay with his front legs folded over, his eyes closed. One would think he slept, were his head not raised attentively, ears positioned forward.
"Welcome, please make yourself comfortable..." he nodded to a chair the lizardman could've sworn wasn't there a moment ago "...forgive the less than ideal conditions, I did not anticipate many guests while designing the room. Now, how may I be of service, Mr...?"