There was a drawn-out moment of silence over dinner. Introductions had been made, and the weather had been discussed, and re-discussed, and it seemed that the two elves, who had only just met, had run out of conversation. Then Belephras examined the Lord Ambassador's plain robe with a cool and impertinent eye.
"Is it a special custom of the Greenwood Elves to wear linen garments after noontide? How very different."
