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An old woman opens the doors to the chamber, heaving her way through.
“We apologize for our… abrupt abscence, especially in the face of such… distinguished nobles.” She gestures to the Grandees. “Rulers of Order.” She gestures towards the Counts. “Ruthless Hunters of Efficiency and Excellency” She gestures towards the Barons. “And the Chiefs.”
Her voice exudes gravely nature… typical of somebody having not talked for so long. “We have arrived to announce the royal entry of Ophelia Krueger. Any accusations of her being an odd, devilish creature, hiding such features with her attire, taking the souls of the dead to offer them a place as her servants, collaborating with the Seventh god to take the reign back from the Ninth, eating raw flesh to sustain herself, or being immortal are both absolutely unfounded and make an complete mockery of any sense of justice and civility. Any reports of rythmatic tapping coming from her seat from other people near to her are offered to have their ears checked in any number of Patrician clinics. Any sense of warmness, peace, justice, kindness, or willingness to comply with her you may feel in her presence are results of her rigorous self-training and understanding, and have no reason to be accused for any sort of unnatural aura.”
“…”
A girl pokes her head into the room, wearing a small tophat and a sweater. She whispers something to the announcer, and after receiving confirmation, hurries into the chamber, sitting down.
