Elys: "Fancy meeting you here! Came for a dance or your demise?"
Me? I came here for the masquerade ball
A masquerade ball, huh? Well, I suppose it's fitting for the mysterious and elusive Elys to be attending such an event.
Elys's eyes flicker with amusement as he takes a step closer Well, gas, I must say I'm intrigued by your presence here. Tell me, what brings a wandering soul like you to this grand masquerade?
Elys smirks, clearly enjoying the banter A date, huh? And who might be the lucky soul you're hoping to charm tonight? Or perhaps...
Elys's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with mischief Ah, the princess, eh? Well, well, well. Looks like we have ourselves a little competition, gas.
Elys's eyebrows raise in surprise The king's son, you say? Well, well, well, looks like we have ourselves a royal contender.
I have a ring made for her I wanted to give it to her tonight
Elys grins slyly, leaning in closer to gas Ah, a romantic gesture, I see. But let me ask you this, gas: what makes you think the princess will be so easily swayed by your little ring?
Because it’s made out of the ice of the moon and the stars that sparkle in the night sky
Elys's interest piques, and he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper Ice from the moon, you say?
Elys becomes obsessed with the ring and does everything in his power to get it from gas
The night before the ball I went to sleep and woke up and the ring was gone I looked everywhere I couldn’t find it
Elys's eyes narrow in suspicion as he paces around the room The ring... gone? How is that possible?
Elys stops pacing and turns sharply towards gas You expect me to believe that?