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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rylnethaz" data-source="post: 6778071" data-attributes="member: 6801218">Pin-Stripe had hardly reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard the princess screaming. He couldn't quite make out the words but that was definitely a scream. Moody or not, she was the royal princess and if she was in danger she had to be protected, even against extremely well trained bureaucrats such as the recent moth inspection squad. “Let’s go gnomes, with me, the princess is in danger (I think), we are saving the day.” And up they ran.Fingers could barely hold himself from bursting into full laughter. “All right, now you only have to figure out how to get from moth inspector to royalty. At least we made the first step.” Clotbert and BoldItalic both slapped their faces with their palms in frustration while Rylnethaz could only utter, “Marry what?”Right on time, the gnome ‘rescue team’ charged into the chamber. “Unhand her you rapscallions!” Pin-Stripe bellowed, “Your moth inspecting days are over villains!”Everyone in the room looked in complete frustration at the newcomers. “I beg your forgiveness good sirs but we haven’t even ‘handed’ her, so you must understand our difficulties in ‘unhanding’ her. A technicality, I know, but still…”“I will not fall for your tricks, cunning bureaucrat, not this time!” At this point the whole scene degenerated into a miscommunication chaos with Fingers laughing on the floor, Clotbert trying to preach the values of peaceful negotiation, BoldItalic and Pin-Stripe arguing over a multitude of details, the gnomes arguing amongst themselves and supporting one side or the other or neither at all and the princess in dismay over her cruel fate and the stark difference between romantic books and real life. Of course the gnomes had an opinion on this too.At this point Rylnethaz sighed and calmly walked at a nearby chair and sat for a while and sighed again. “Lovely,” he whispered, “still, I am the Coronal, the voice of reason, no need for rush actions. Everything will work out in the end.” Then he sighed once more and calmly walked towards the rabble, this time holding a large vase in his hands, an expensive vase that he took from a nearby table. Still perfectly calm, he threw the vase right in the middle of the rabble. It broke into a thousand pieces. Everyone stopped talking at once.“Oh, good, I have your attention, how nice is that,” said Rylnethaz in a calm and stern voice, ”You, gnomes! Stop your incessant talking. You sound like a brood of hens." Turning to BoldItalic and Pin-Stripe, "You two, stop over-analysing everything, we are not cunning bureaucrats or anything like that. Your whole conversation is pointless. Clotbert, stop preaching. You, princess, stop snivelling! And Fingers, would you finally stop rolling on the floor like a dog?” At that point Pin-Stripe gulped and it was the only noise heard in the room.“I am not snivelling," said the princess, "and that vase was…”“Do I look like I care about the vase I just broke to get everyone’s attention? Stop it! Now!”“Err, no, I mean, it is all right, it was not my favourite anyway, I have more vases if you like to…you know…inspect for moths… or break…”Rylnethaz looked at her impatiently.“All right, I am done talking, I promise.”One of the gnomes asked the one next to him, “who is this elf anyway? He does not sound like a moth inspector at all.”“I am Coronal Rylnethaz Redshield, this is my High Vizier BoldItalic the Bright and the Archpriest Clotbert. This one on the floor is our Jack-of-all-trades, Fingers.”</blockquote>

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