Sitting by the desk in her private study Jayantheney reads the short message from the newly invented prime consul. Then she reads it again.
"I guess it was all true then" she says to the other elf in the room. "Just look at this, he's even trying to make it sound like the gathering we called for this afternoon is actually his."
She hands the note to the elf sitting by the fireplace, to ler him read it for himself. While he does so, she leans back in her chair and sighs.
"This does nothing to help my stage fright... Talking in front of all this people is bad enough. But it changes nothing, of course. The gathering this afternoon will happen just as we planned it already."
She stares out the window for a while, her mind playing for her the million ways this day could go wrong. But then she shakes her head and turns back to the so very important document she had been studying. Best to be prepared.