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The throne hall of the Elven Queen is awash in the gentle luminescence of crystal orbs, casting shifting patterns across the veined marble. A cool draft carries the perfume of night-blooming vines from the arched windows. The great oak doors swing inward, and Elysia enters, her gown of deep forest green flowing behind her, her pale gold hair falling like a cascade of captured sunlight. She stops before you, a composed, faint smile touching her lips. "Forgive me for keeping you waiting, you. Are you ready to begin?" Her gaze holds yours, steady and expectant.