In a fantasy land, a whimsical elf holds out a fancy sheathed sword to someone in real-world clothing.
Elf: Child of Earth, might you deliver a royal gift for me?
Messenger: A magic sword?
Elf: Only the ignorant call such things magic! This is an eliptar made through the science of soul rendering.
Messenger: Sorry, I’m still learning what everything is called. So this is for the king, from the elves?
Elf: *Sigh.* Elves are fictional creatures of folklore. We’re the Lotherien. And what is this “king” you speak of? In yonder castle rules the Grand Moffkin.
Messenger, cringing: Sorry, I’ll get it right, I promise.
A ruler sits on the throne with their adviser nearby. Before the throne, the messenger presents the gift with a flourish. Elves laugh in the background.
Messenger: Grand Moffkin, I bring you a soul-rendered eliptar from the Lotherien!
King to Adviser: Do you have any idea what he just said?
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