IC Ljonarian Enigma: Tournament Chaos

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Aerin puts her mouth next to the young elf's ear and says, quietly enough not to carry any further tham him, "You know their voices?"

If his reply is affirmative, she walks back out the door and the way we came. If it's negative, she continues at the same pitch, "Go back to somewhere safe. I'll be right behind you." She'll try to peer around the door. If she sees anyone who sees her, she'll run back the way we came.

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"One is the Minister of Defence", Darian replies in a frightened whisper, "The lady, I'm not sure... It can't be..." He backs away to the door.

Aerin sneaks closer, the people in the room don't appear to notice her. She looks in and catches a glimpse of a woman with pointy ears and even more delicate features than your usual elf. She's wearing an expensive gown with intricate decorations.

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She's fey-touched.

"You- Your Grace, I only mean-", the Minister says, but is cut off.
"No, I will not hear any excuses. Make the arrangements now. It is time we set a new course for our nation."