"Well then, let's join the party!" Says Cloverfield, striding towards the door. Goldfeather casts a spell, and the heavy-looking doors burst inwards, suddenly exposing you to the sound of music and merrymaking.

The room before you is a sizeable hall, finely decorated and covered with all manner of banners and tapestries. Hundreds of faeries are inside, dancing in what appears to be a complex, three-dimensional contredanse - though it's impossible to see what anyone's doing thanks to the preposterous quantities of fabric everyone is wearing. At the head of the room is a weary-faced old man dressed entirely in cloth-of-gold robes, which appear to be... covered with goldwork? It's hard to tell at this distance. In any case, it is obvious that this man is the King.

He sits bolt upright when you enter, then shouts: "STOP THE DANCE!!" Everyone freezes. King Soren flies over to you. There is an uncomfortable pause. "Thank the stars you're here. Now we can finally put a stop to this nonsense." He speaks quietly enough that the nearby faeries know to pretend that they can't hear, then unceremoniously hugs each of you in turn. It's a little bit like being attacked by a duvet made of golden sandpaper, but thankfully it doesn't last long.

"I swear, that woman is not going to know what hit her..."