Legate of Life

[The Legate gives a lazy wave to the oncoming notail.]
Ahh, Princess. I see your fashion sense has reached new highs of malignant disarray.
[It was hard to tell if Life meant this as friendly banter or genuine insult by her tone.]
I'm enjoying myself immensely, as I'm sure you can see. All these lovely guests of our dear host, hmm-hmm