All is still, quiescent, even fair in Perfidia. Strange to find such a place characterized by such beauty amid the domains of archdevils--any who might come upon the place might think to have strayed into a portal to Arborea--until they glimpse the sky--there all of the constellations of the realm of the Elvin Gods are slowly, inexorably pulled into the depths of a purple singularity--just as the ruler this realm seems to pull of semblance of goodness in and corrupt it.<br/><br/>A curious creature appears at the vestibule of the the Cathedral of Fantasia--he is a pale blue and his legs are an indistinct airy blur--should any question him, her only tilts his mouth and slim mustache up into a smile. "I have come bearing a gift for the bitch Queen." In his hands he carries a box of lovingly varnished pale blue wood.