"Likewise..." Another new voice call out in response to Cassius's words, the stern and somewhat growling voice of an old man who likely has smoked one or two lho-sticks too many in his lifetime. The man in question is very tall and well trained by the looks of things, military uniform covering his body. His wrinkled face is decorated with numerous cybernetic implants, most notably the gree-glowing eye attachment that seem to have replaced most of his left skull. He take a brief look on the collection of corpses around you, and casually step over one of them as he approach. You notice that he's followed by a squad of heavily armed troopers.
Before you have time to say anything Cyrine step up and bow deeply to the man. "Master...I can exp--" the man shake his head and dismiss her apology with a wave of his hand. "Later, Cyrine. For now, let's get our guests away from the scene of the crime, shall we? There is only so much my authority can do." He says and then turn his attention to you. "Greetings, acolytes. I am Lord Dromus."