Mr. Ekei Tokudaiji was silent for a few moments as his eyes scanned my face and—that's what it felt like, at least—probed the depths of my soul. Eventually, his thin lips drew up in a gentle smile. "Mr. Montgomery," he said. His voice was smooth as velvet, not loud—but then it didn't have to be—and totally accentless. "Welcome. Please." He gestured to a chair—another leather wing chair, but smaller than his—that faced him.