Things were not going well at the palace of the elven king.
"Ugh! That Breagadoir!" wailed his watcher.
"There's nothing in
any of these scrolls or tomes stopping him from cheating ahead with that time machine child?"
"Unfortunately not, dear," said the queen, with some slight tone of caring in her voice.
"
You were supposed to slow him down," began the king, somewhat accusingly, "but instead, he pulls into the lead."
"I've been giving him updates," the watcher countered, "I've been trying to let him see how well his siblings are doing to take away his confidence...or maybe...help him find the goodness within himself..."
"There
is no goodness in him, dear," said the queen, rather matter-of-factly, "and you're not using all of your watcher powers."
"That's true," agreed the king.
"You have only been focusing on Breagadoir," the queen began, "but you can speak with others too," and with this, a wicked smile spread across her face.
"Yes, others," mused the king.
"Just tell me what I must do," said the watcher.