Not Your Part

I counted fifteen minutes, give or take. 

That's how long Leon spent attempting with all his might, and trying all in vain to change the director's mind.

But of course, he wouldn't budge on his decision… and to be fair, it was really hard to find any faults as to his reason why.

"Look! Just take a good long look at her!" He said, aggravatingly extending an arm out at Ash like she was part of an art exhibit. "This Elf's got the looks, got the mannerisms down pat, her ears even move the right way. Remind you of anyone, or do I seriously need to spell it out for you?"

"So she looks a bit like Eshwlyn! Really, it's not a big deal," Leon continued to reason. "In fact, it just adds to my point! If she can replicate Eshwlyn this precisely, just think about all the other Elves you can make her act to perfection!"