A lone figure stood at the entrance to the party. He was a tall, imposing (Or so he thought) figure who brought a gasp from all those assembled. Was it fear? Admiration? Or just the fact that he was wearing the same tacky suit of mithril armor he wore to last year's party? Then, at long last, the figure spoke in the phoniest of Elvish accents.
"Er, hello. I'm here for the party. I'm Guo Si"
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