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In the Great Hall of the palace you see many guests assembled. All are gazing admiringly upon your exquisite, exotic silken robes:
-Those are the finest garments I have ever beheld! Such elegance! I am so envious...
-The way the Elf walks! Such dainty, gentle footsteps. We should imitate it! A nobility of posture, yet with the innocence of a child. It is the mark of great refinement!
-I heard the Belsire and Beldame hate each other.They never appear together. The Contessa makes the Beldame jealous...
-I do not believe in Elves! This is a trap! I am being led into a trap! Elves do not exist! Someone save me! Save me...!
-Perhaps we should all return to the forests and live like elves! Nature is filled with such specimens of unspoilt pulchritude. Such loveliness, combined with inviting modesty and timidity... like an alluring little deer!
A trumpeteer fanfare heralds the arrival of the Contessa, accompanied by a single masked figure. You are unsure if it is the Belsire or Beldame. A hush descends upon the assembled guests.
With a flourish, Le Maitre du Grand Plaisir announces:
-Ladies and Gentlemen of the Court, I present: The Elf.
