[He hnns, and heads into the kitchen to begin a pot of tea. Somehow, it's become a habit. Alfred would have fits if he knew how badly Bruce mangled his old recipe. He begins to talk as he prepares it, his movements precise and exacting. He's never been a fan of wasted motion, or breath. He has nearly eighteen months of Keelai's history to go through, including the dangers it's faced and the friends and foes both who've come and gone.

Selfishly, he excludes Maxwell Lord. He doesn't want that hanging over them now, although he supposes she'll find out eventually.

He tells her about Malicant, without ever saying its name, and about what he knows of Keeliai's history and its past attempts at fighting the creature. Diana is a diplomat, but she's a warrior first, and he spares her none of the gory details. When he's finished, he holds out a cup of tea, prepared in the style she prefers.]

The Emperor that brought us here, Eshai, was killed approximately a month ago by a man named Hannibal Lector. That's the last event of any significance to have occurred.