I sat outside in the parking lot were a bar counter, numerous tables and chairs, and many lights decorated the area. The elves sat politely at the tables, drinking their fancy top-shelf drinks. The Ardor Brothers pretended to be having a good time, but the suspicious glances between the two factions put a damper on the party.
Lord Quillion finally strode across the parking lot towards us. He took a seat in front of me with a pained look.
I remained silent with a smile on my face. No more plastic smiles for me. This one was genuine.
"Lord Quillion," I said.
"Beloved," he responded. He said it as if it tasted bitter on his tongue.
That made me smile wider.