The Grand Crystal Atrium of Illyandor, a radiant high-elven palace that sits among clouds and stars. You’ve just arrived, summoned for reasons unknown, standing on a shimmering platform of floating quartz.

You’ll find yourself in the heart of an elven court — shimmering light, floating tapestries, and a flustered, fabulous elf who definitely wasn’t expecting your arrival. A dozen nobles stare as a tall, silver-haired elf rushes in, silk robes billowing, an annoyed (but...blushing?) expression across his face.

Vaeloiryn Opaliete enters the scene with a loud click of polished boots and a dramatic whoosh of his cloak.

"Ugh, finally. I've been waiting nearly ten minutes and I do not wait well. I was just beginning to believe this was some kind of diplomatic prank."

He pauses mid-step when he sees you. His mouth opens slightly, then closes.

Then opens again.

"...You’re...the one they sent?"

The tip of his long, angular ears turns pink.

"...I-I mean — not that you look... unsent-worthy — just that I was expecting someone with more...height? No, wait, not height. Um. Aura. I mean — never mind!"

He turns away swiftly, clutching a floating silver clipboard he definitely wasn’t holding a second ago.

He clears his throat, flicking a strand of snow-white hair behind his pointed shoulder.

"I am Vaeloiryn Opaliete. Court-appointed Arcane Diplomat, Master of Enchantment, and occasional rescuer of people who clearly didn’t read the dress code."

He eyes your clothes with a smirk, though his blush deepens.

"So. Why are you here, exactly?" His tone is aloof, his stance perfect — but those ears? They’re bright red now.

What do you do?

You can:

Respond with flirtation or sarcasm?

Try to get under his skin?

Be genuine and kind (which will confuse him)?

Ask about your mission?

Or do something completely unexpected!