Known to locals as the Garten, the Great Park of Middenheim is a sprawling piece of artificial nature in varying gradients, from the carefully monitored precision of the orchards and hothouses to the artfully wild-looking glade that is only slightly spoiled by scattered benches, topiaries and gazebos. Your Magesight instantly spots what you're looking for, and though magically it's a very neat piece of work, you suspect that it won't be long before a groundskeeper with a theodolite spots something amiss and the Ducal Arborist starts raising a fuss at a portion of the Park having been folded neatly out of the mundane dimensions.
Unlike the defences of the Colleges, no attempt has been made to obscure the nature of these magics and you're quickly able to deduce the right trees to walk between, and you find yourself in a fold of tamed forest that you suspect would make Panoramia's jaw drop. Every tree is lush and green and evenly spaced from its neighbours without any pattern in their layout being obvious, the foliage abounds with twittering birds and chattering critters, and from no apparent direction, the sound of a brook burbling cheerily underscores the scene. It is, you suspect, very deliberately designed to be what one might imagine if asked to picture a Wood Elf that was the complete opposite of the Asrai.
Sitting in a low tree fork and smiling mischievously at the hummingbird investigating the flower in her hair is an Elf, and you very quickly have some uncharitable ideas as to how this unorthodox alliance might have been possible, as the neckline of her light green dress dips as low as the side slits climb high, and her bare feet don't so much hint as they do shout that the dress could be the only garment upon her person. But even as your mundane senses pass judgement, your magical senses tell a very different story - at first you thought her invisible to them, but then you realized that the physical being before you is merely the anchorpoint of a soul that fills the dimensional pocket more thoroughly than the air around you, interwoven in every tree and beast and blade of grass, and the only place she isn't is in a polite distance around your person.
"I," she says, her gaze turning to you, "am Vicereine Cadaeth of what you may know as Oldenlitz, Ambassador to Middenheim on behalf of the Eonir and of Laurelorn."