The Breagadoir household now has two young men in residence and Breagadoir and Harlequin could not be happier.
"Isn't Aeric great," Breagadoir said as he hugged his beloved.
"Yep, he gets that from me," responded Harlequin.
"That other kid's okay too," he added.
Her resonse was, "Who?"
"Oh, are you coming to begin Leithleach's training as the new heir," asked an enthusiastic Sotal.
"What?" asked Breagadoir, "Oh, sorry, no. I was just going to check up on our son."
Sotal started to reply, but thought better of it when he saw Harlequin's glare.
"How's the brilliant scientist doing?" asked a beaming Breagadoir as he stepped into the room Aeric shared with the heir.
"It seems your father has lost his focus, Sotal," came an unfamiliar voice.
"Who's there?" asked the confused elf.
"I'm the watcher for Breagadoir and his heirs," she replied, "unfortunately, it seems that this terrible new child is distracting him from his necessary focus on his heir."
"Yes," said Sotal, as he began turning things over in his mind, "young Aeric is an unfortunate distraction..."
"A distraction which could be removed," the watcher suggested. "In fact, one simple phone call could fix everything..." and she proceeded to lay out the plan that would remove the distraction and put things back on track.
"Yes," came the answer.
"It's your nephew," replied Sotal, "I have a proposition for you..."
