Within seven seconds Elric and those that he was speaking with found themselves in the middle of a long line of royal blooded individuals that seem to be embattled in an unspoken contest of whom could dress the most opulent and flashy.
A few queens looked down on the simple yet elegant looking long crimson dress of Blaze, until a dwarven queen realized that it was not made of dyed silk, but millions upon millions of half a hair thick mithril threads, making Blaze's dress worth an amount that she dared not speak aloud.
The line that looked like a impromptu fashion show moved slowly as it snaked behind the guard that was leading the way, torch in hand. Many hushed conversations erupted between the gathered kings and queens as they began to speculate about what the two host wished to show them, and for how long they were going to have to walk down the path they were on to reach it.