U'Liyot was a busy man- or at least a businessman, and it is the same thing, right? Actually, he wasn't exactly a human- even more, he tried his best to not look like one. This feathered businessbird wore a strict suit of musavian fashion, widely popular among those who wanted to find success operating on the planets influenced by the Embassy; sadly this suit didn't fit U'Liyot too well, so he was constantly squirming and twisting in his soft-looking sofa (another spit in the face of the Irri traditions). You see, any orthodox Irri can spend hours explaining to you why a House lord has to have a throne, elevated above the floor at least three times the height of its owner to provide a high-ranking nobleman with an appropriate feeling of domination and an (arguably) advantageous position for self-defence. U'Liyot, however, was sitting on a minimalistic "cozy" throne, made by some Irri master in Vaiaelon style. He knew that 'Lons love to rest in their elliptical hovering sofas, and for an Irri it wasn't a difficulty to replicate a simple gravity-defying device... but the concept of a healthy middle-aged avian, who is using some machine to lift himself five pathetic feet up was somewhat ridiculous for the U'Liyot. Despite that, the noble Lord ordered to make one of those sofas for him and now he desperately tried to get used to the unusual feeling.
His "throne room" looked much more like an ordinary office. Dull wooden planks, wall-sized window, no bright colours. This room included a desk with a plethora of unnecessary drawers, a never-shrinking pile of documents, a collection of calligraphic pens, a couple of screens on the walls and some sort of tasteless souvenir statuette, used as a paperweight.
An offer to reign from such a place would be a deadly insult for any other House lord, but U'Lyiot was not like the others. His mind was concentrated on profit; he knew how to sell ice cream to the cold-blooded Musavian, his old and decorated noble house was registered in Vaiaelon archives as F4 Studios Incorporated (humble F4 being a short version of "Feathery Family-Friendly Fun"), and his daily income was bigger than an overall cost of an average Irri warship.
You can see now, that noble U'Liyot was a busy person. He had no time for insignificant things, and currently his mind was too occupied by desperate attempts to find a comfortable spot in his new hoverthrone, so the report about a two-minute-long shutdown of the House's supercomputer was doomed to be forever buried under the boring paperweight statuette and the receipts from the calligraphy shop.
Protocol of the Liyaani House (now mosty known as F4 Studios Incorporated), was... Not a good interlocutor, that's for sure. Roughly speaking, it was the most primitive artificial intelligence Summernoise have ever encountered, and most of it's computing power even now was focused on generation of seemingly random gibberish. It was obvious that this Protocol was making sitcom scripts, and that it was an only thing it was good for.