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The leaves barely rustled as the Elf climbed down from the level above. His pale-green dress-tunic stood out sharply against the dark foliage. Court-garb never did blend very well with its surroundings. Lilting laughter drifted through the leaves from the branches overhead where the party would continue well into the night. He hated court functions, but as a General it was a requirement to at least put in a brief showing at such. At least this one hadn’t been as boring as most; the rift that had opened during the jester’s act had certainly stirred things up. Though he hoped it would be the only such incident, he greatly feared i