"And I'm happy I see her here," he said, smiling at Launa. "You know, the very alfe that took my books off their comfort zones didn't just deface the museum's shelves. He's about to deface a whole civilization."
"I don't get it, sir," Infolord Malacoid said.
"The Faculty of Dark Infoarts have already penned down the coming of a colossal mass of macabre ribbons -- pretty gloomy ones," he said. "And I'm afraid it wouldn't go easy on the institute when it comes."
"Be calm," Celestum whispered to Launa, rubbing her quaking arm.
"Never knew the damage would get to this level," Infolord Malacoid said.
"And that was why I requested to see the new alfe, to show her a way to tender the damage to a certain degree, at least."
"I think Launa should be left to figure it out herself," Celestum said.
"Nonsense!" He said. "What does an alfe know about ribbons?"
