Carlos made his appearance with gusto, garbed in a simple black tunic and matching boots. A dark crimson cloak was fastened to his shoulders whilst a ceremonial saber took up space on his left hip. It was ceremonial of course and would probably snap if he ever so decided that it was time to play swords with anyone. Rather, he left his choice weapon of preference tucked away within the folds of his tunic - his Sith lightsaber. Carlos didn't exactly plan on using the thing but it was a necessary precaution when treading in unfriendly territory.
"You, peasant," he jabbed a commanding finger at a patron, "Where is the hostess?"
A rather impolite frown was set upon her features and she merely whipped her head to the side, nose in the air, and strode off. Meanwhile, Mister Castillo was having quite the giggle-fit. Cobalt eyes fluttered over the crowd before selecting the closest person. Perhaps he'd be a little more polite this time.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but where's the hostess at?"
This woman was so much more pleasant, friendly too. "Over there," her gaze went to a red-haired woman shaking hands with a bespectacled man, "Talking to that man."
"Thank you."
And with that, the half-blood Umbaran was off in full stride. His elegant gait swayed easily from side to side, saber swaying slightly, before coming to an abrupt halt before the hostess and her guest. Addressing the man with a curt nod, he turned to the redhead.
"Lady Serrus, I presume." He bowed smartly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I am Carlos Castillo of Umbara. It's a pleasure."
[member="Doctor Zendu"], [member="Benedali Serrus"]