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"She can't talk", whispered a Lord to his Lady, referring to the second elf in the crowd.

You couldn't hear the guards and knights outside of the throne room over the murmuring crowd; they were quite busy out there looking for the intruder. As for the Crystal Crown of Skyfall everyone knew the legends. The power of the crown. The way the Gods could speak through the crown. The protection of the crown as well - which did Elupitser no good. The elf had picked The Crystal Crown of Skyfall up with a cloth, gently. Edart Yolette's knuckles turned white as he gripped his sword. This guy, for the crown? What were they talking about, a glow? Elven magic was exactly the sort of strange Edard wanted nothing to do with. He was visibly enraged by the suggestion that the Corvid Knight was chosen for the crown. What nonsense! Absolutely not! A filter of red crept in around the corners of Edart Yolette's eyes. They glassed over as his brow descended.

Sir Edart Yolette had been trained extensively to do the complete opposite of that which he attempted next. While everyone looked at the crown, he made another try for the Corvid Knight, twisting to stab him in one of the known lethal regions. His eyes were visibly red at this point. The true mark of those corrupted by Eras. The Corvid Knight was no King! Gaia did not choose him!

"Witchcraft!" Screeched a lesser educated citizen from somewhere in the crowd. The crown, it was floating in mid air! Those proficient in magic rolled their eyes, but began to eyeball one another in the crowd. Was it you? Was it you? Such a bold move. They were starting to get ideas- ideas about ruling a Kingdom.

Brishen stopped his sneaking and began to back away towards the door.

"SHUT THE FRONT DOORS" Shouted someone still with a sensible head on their shoulders. The doors to the throne room were hastily shut as the crown levitated above the hands of the Elf. Brishen backed into a guard, who shoved him off. He regained his balance and huddled with the rest of the crowd, but refused to watch the Crown- his superstitions getting the best of him again. Was this all part of the plan?