An odd figure stumbles inn, holding a stick in one hand and a deck of cards in the other.
"Hello, all! I was told you needed some entertainment here?"
Wyvern raises an eyebrow at the sound of the all too familiar voice and turns around to see his worst fears brought to life. But before he manages to scream that everybody must evacuate at once, the sheer horror of the situation knocks him out cold.
And while most of the guests try to awaken the unconcious Wyvern, the Elf in green clothes starts chanting some obsure magical incantations.
"Doesn't that Elf look strangely familiar?" whispers Rydia to Starlight.
Starlight nods, but isn't quite able to pinpoint the newcomer.
"Hey! You are supposed to bring gifts!" shouts the Happy Buddha, as the Elf's face starts to shine with a...twisted?....grin.
"I see we have a volunteer in the crowd," the Elf smiles and takes a good hold of the Buddha's arm. "C'mere, you lucky little thing, you."
The Buddha tries to squirm his way away, but the fingers holding him seem incredible strong. How can an Elf be that strong? The Buddha looks into the eyes of the self proclaimed entertainer and notices a mad shine in his eyes, almost like a vast ocean with a turtle swimming around, snapping at everything.
"Hey! I know you!" screams the Buddha. "Somebody......"
And then a yellow spark lits up the room, before the crowd starts clapping and cheering. The mighty wizard had just made the Buddha vanish into thin air!
"That was odd," muttered the mad Elf, but no one seemed to hear him.
"Do another one!" shouted one of the guests.
"Yes, pick me!" exclaimed Orlan before he got a chance to realize what he was getting himself into.
"Well, ok," smiled the wizard and held out his deck of cards. "Pick one."
Orlan pulled a card and looked at it. Now that was weird. That wasn't a normal card, it was just a picture of an enormous dragon.
"What's this?" Orlan asked and showed the card to the wizard.
"Oh," mumbled the Elf. "It seems I brought the wrong deck. I better run."
Then he hurried out and was gone.
"Now I know," smiled Rydia to Starlight. "Wasn't that Elvish Presley?"
A cold chill ran down Starlight's back and he looked at Rydia. Her smile was gone, replaced by a worried grin.
Then a swooping sound was heard outside, as if something extremely gigantic flew over them. and the guests were barely able to maintain their balance as the floor shook from a loud thump outside. Then a roar like a tornado shook the walls, just before a crispy guard staggered into the the party. His armour was red hot, and his flesh was coal black. The smell of.....bacon......filled the room as he spat out a final word before he fell over and turned to ashes before them.
"Dragon..."
