Chapter 36.
Phineas raged with in his Fae heart. Quinn had allowed himself to be contaminated by the presence of the Nephilim spawn. He was outraged that the child he had worked so hard to bring into the universe could have lowered himself so far.
Hawthorne glared at the Fae Healer. "If the High King gets wind of this…"
"Stop worrying about the High King." Spat the healer. "We've got a rogue on our hands. Quinn should have distanced himself from the spawn the moment he laid eyes upon her."
"Yes," Hawthorne nodded in agreement. "He should have…so why didn't he?"
The healer growled, but did not answer.
Millicent entered the study, her hands bandaged and still pained. "I'm sorry to disturb you father, but you've a caller." She ushered in the man who was in the hall behind her.
"Scholar." Hawthorne moved forward to greet the Elf. "Welcome."
Phineas snorted, "Hiding seems to have agreed with you, Elthric. You seem to have put on a few pounds since last I saw you."
The Scholar ignored the Healer. "I hear there was a wedding in the Castle of the Goblin King."
"You heard right." Hawthorne spewed hatefully. "His Paladin married that Scribe."
Elthric looked at Hawthorne with concern. "Is that all that happened?"
"No, we were kicked out of the Kingdom." Phineas added.
"By the king?" the disbelieving Scholar asked.
"No," Hawthorne grimaced. "By that Nephilim spawn he claims as consort."
Elthric shook his head, "That explains it." He said to no one.
"Explains what?" Phineas demanded.
"The great silence has begun." Elthric stated. He looked at both men, "or have you not noticed?"