Eirin's forehead creased. "What was that?" she muttered as she looked at Coleen and Link, who were still wide-eyed completely in awe of the encounter. "Did you know who that was, Coco? Why were we called here for just that?"
Coleen's eyes quivered, her voice still laced with reverence. "O-Of course! She is Azaleia Carlisle, known for her fiery red hair and stunning appearance. She's the daughter of the Prime Minister, the leader of the Ministry of Proprius," she said, still shaken by the encounter.
Even Link, who was usually composed and analytical, seemed taken aback, his usual stoicism replaced by a bewildered expression. Instead of being asked for a performance, Eirin had been surprised by this sudden, unsettling introduction.
