Now, a sleek silver Rolls Royce Phaeton limousine swings toward the curb and 
glides to a halt as smoothly as a maglev train pulling into Kyoto station, 
stopping precisely in front of Enoshi. He waits, hands at his sides. The door to 
the passenger section immediately opens. A man in a black synthleather trench 
coat steps out. His long white hair and pale complexion suggest the elven metatype, but this is of no special significance. The elf is merely a servant 
of the personage whom Enoshi has come to meet. The elf consults a small scanning 
device, but Enoshi is carrying no weapons.