|Odo the Bold|
A frustrated halfling walks in. "What is with those goblin doormen? They say they're from the Pie-Zoh tribe but they seem to be having a hard time..." He disappears.
He then reappears "...letting anyone in. Hey!" He looks about. "What's going on?!?"
The Pharasmin-robed elf enters the meeting hall and immediately secures a comfortable divan in a quiet corner at the back. He snaps his fingers at his younger elf assistant. The assistant dutifully places himself behind the chair and starts massaging the older elf's temples while the latter closes his eyes and tries to relax a deeply-set frown.