The Color Court had sent a large portrait of Primrose Envoy Faziir. He had fancy vibrant clothes, two pairs of grand gold-and-rosy wings, and carried a rainbow-colored umbrella in a right hand. He held up a large colorful cake in his two left hands. In his remaining hand he seemed to be holding a large framed picture, but backwards, so that viewers could only see the backside of it. It all carried an atmosphere of secrecy and exclusivity. Instructions were to hang it up in the meeting room.
It was shortly before the initial start of the meeting, and no Chromafey representative had shown itself till now. The observant individual would notice the eyes of the portrait moving, inspecting the room. The Primrose Envoy suddenly seemed so lifelike. Without warning, Faziir stepped out of the frame of the painting. "Greetings my dear friendliest of friends, what a sweet delight to be here. Speaking of which." His voice was cheery. He placed the cake in the room's middle.
The original portrait had become a doorway to a small, dark, empty room. "Now let us get the rest of the rascals here." He flipped the frame of the image he was carrying and hung it on the wall, revealing another portrait of a Switterlind, also carrying a backwards-canvas. A few iterations later, a whole small consortium had made itself comfortable in the room.
