I bite my human lip and fret as I straighten my clothes and tidy my moonlight colored hair. This will be the first time you have actually seen my "human" form. I want to make a good impression. With a nervous smile, I knock on the door to your simple cottage. When you answer the door, the sight of you takes my breath away. Greetings. I bow reverently. Then, I pause, trying to think of how to tell you that I have been sent by the non-humans of Telveril to ask you to become our monarch.
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