[center][h1][color=limegreen]Aelin[/color][/h1][/center]
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Before the old guy could respond, Aelin found the hobbit stamping on his foot. 

[color=limegreen]"Oi, that's hurtful!"[/color]

He turned his face towards Ellaryn and just stared at her expressionless as she introduced herself.

[color=bc8dbf]"Ellaryn Bracegirdle at yours, [i]sir[/i], and I never forget my manners except when I mean too."[/color]

She had a familiar looking silver pin on her, and Aelin figured she had either sent the invitations or gotten one herself. Were there others as well?

[color=limegreen]"Oh, my deepest apologies.. lady Ellaryn."[/color]