[Salone]

A harmonious chorus of harps issued from all directions, choirs of voices reaching to the heavens in the embrace of the instruments. As they reached the pivotal moment of chorus, the door to the guild of the Synod of the Gods was forcibly swept open. A dazzling light filled the doorway, and as it faded, a fabulously dressed Sylvari in luxurious fabrics shaded pink appeared. He was magnificent. He was refined.

He was...Eduardo.

"My people! Your patron has ahrrived."

He spoke with the air of someone who could afford his own air. Certainly as described previously in other places, he could afford an extra 'h' with words containing 'w', and seemed to be doing so well for himself that he could afford extra h's for other words as well. As the light faded away completely behind him, a massive assortment of musicians and choirs were packing up instruments and the like. There was the chaos of a job done and now being packed up, and they dispersed as he stood in the doorway, basking in the glory of all those who might view him. He raised his nose to the air, eyes closed as he posed. At this point one might wonder if he had hired a small local boy with a stick to hold his nose up in the air for him. However, none were observed. Perhaps he had sprung for the invisible model.

"Behold, for before you stands the esteemed...Eduardo Thicktree."