[BabyDaddy]

"Ah yes, Mother, it is a fairly aged brew. I am honestly more of a fan of newer bottles, but the mead tastes good nonetheless," laughed Chardon as he took a sip from his mug. Inside, he wanted to curse the vile woman's name. Ataylia's death was supposed to be taking a tole on him, so his loving wife's family was helping him with his grief by taking him to this museum gathering. Wonderful.

Chardon's roaming eyes caught a mysterious looking elf leaning in the corner of the room. Their eyes met for a moment before Chardon turned back to his family.