Shang Tsung was in the Grand Hall of his mansion, and he was dressed in his finest apparel (as was usual this time of day.) His hair was neatly brushed back, and his black and yellow robes looked nice and crisp. He saw Sonya, and Azira smiled a bit.
"You must be Aziraphale," he said as he examined him. He was in casual apparel, but he was more aesthetically pleasing than most he had encountered in the realm. "Sonya has told me quite a bit about you." He held out his hand to Azira.