The Wizened re-enters the lounge soon enough. That certainly must have been a brief phone call.
"All right gentlemen... here you are."
Mr. Bates hands each man the contact information for the high-ranking members of each of their individual Courts.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm afraid I have some rather urgent business which requires my immediate attention. Good evening, gentlemen."
Turning on his heel, the hotel manager exits the lounge and soon disappears for good into the depths of the hotel.