Instead of the Envoy, there was a slight girl. Completely unassuming except for a certain fire in her expression. She certainly didn't have the raw muscle one would expect of the Kumo-nin. Sh had her headband on her waist, the band ridiculously loose on her complete lack of waistline. Her eyes are sharp on the room for danger, so its readily apparent she's a trained nin, even if she doesn't look like much.

One of the Yuki-nin carried a sword and parasol, probably the girl's, as she looked around the office. Eyes staying somewhere around Azkadellia's chest a moment longer than needed, "I guess we are welcome. Go bring the rest of my party."

The Yuki-nin's eyes drift to Azkadellia before leaving, making sure it was accepted to take orders from this... tiny... thing.