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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱.

The next morning came by quicker than Quinn wanted it to. But she wouldn't complain. Waking up to the amazingly cooked mallowmelt smell wasn't a bad way to wake up. It certainly wasn't. Although, she couldn't help but let out a soft groan once she sat up.
"It's about time." A voice spoke behind her, and that's when she noticed the blonde guy. Pr elf. And at the same time, she realized that they were alone. Everyone else had probably either gone out or were having breakfast.
"Good morning to you too." Quinn responded sarcastically. The soft British accent somehow made her words ten times better; to people. Not to her.
His significant smirk appeared, and Quinn simply rolled her eyes at first. She stood up, rubbing her temples and soon enough; running a hand through her quite messy locks of hair. "So. Keefe, is it?" Quinn proceeded, trying to make some sort of conversation in order to avoid any awkward silence. The guy only nodded. And then, that silence she had been trying to avoid fell.

It took at least five minutes before one of them spoke up. "My mom's with them too." The words seemed to come from Keefe, making Quinn snap out of her own thoughts. "What?" She asked, clearing her throat slightly once her voice came off as raspy. "What do you mean?" Quinn proceeded. The guy titled his head. "Mommy Dearest is one of the Neverseen leaders." The boy spoke, raising a brow as Quinn shrugged. "What?" Keefe was the one to ask this time.
"And they just trust you?" Quinn questioned, earning a nod from Keefe. "They do. Why they do? I dunno. I question that every single day." The boy spoke and Quinn let out a soft sigh.
And someone cleared their throat from
behind where both Keefe and Quinn were standing. She turned around, her eyes falling on an ogre. "Um, first goblins and now ogres? You guys have more security than the whole goddamn Council." The female spoke, hearing a snort coming from the pink haired ogre.

"I'm Ro." The ogre called, and Quinn just titled her head. "She's the Princess." Keefe would whisper, and Quinn's eyebrows shot up. "Am i... supposed to... bow?" She questioned, already getting ready to do so. But upon hearing another snort from Ro, she chuckled.
"Pffft, never even think about bowing; again." Ro spoke, and Quinn couldn't help but smile. "Alright, i want her as my bodyguard now." Quinn spoke, earning a snort from Keefe this time. "She's all yours."
But she could hear the snicker Ro gave him. "Can't get rid of me that easily, Lord Hunkyhair." The ogre spoke, and Quinn rose a brow at the nickname. "Do i want to know where that name comes from?" She questioned.
"A bet i won." Keefe replied with a small grin as his hands slid into his pockets. And Quinn just nodded, her eyebrows still slightly raised.
"Right. Well, you two can proceed with the bodyguard-client bonding. Meanwhile, i'm going to get breakfast because i am starving. Legit." The brunette female spoke dismissively before making her way into the kitchen. The place was huge, but luckily, she had managed to memorize a few places. Her room too. It was temporary, but she loved it.
What room was it, you may be asking. It was Jolie Ruewen's room. But surely, Quinn didn't know. She didn't even know the Ruewens had lost a daughter.

Anyways. Breakfast was quite enjoyable for the young elf. And when she came back, she would find the entire crowd that she had talked to last night. The Ruewens. The Sencens. The Vackers. Some Mr. Forkle guy. Some weird looking elves which called themselves the Collective and all the kids. Or, well, teens, including Dex. And she was surprised to see that he was the only one without parents. Well, excluding herself.
"Am is supposed to know what is going on?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow as all eyes turned on her.
"No, you're supposed to be training with Mr. Ruewen." The Forkle dude spoke, after he cleared his throat. "I believe we haven't properly met. Nice meeting you, Miss Laurence." He spoke, and Quinn just nodded her head, flashing another faint smile. "Then, you'll train with Mrs. Ruewen. Tomorrow you have to train with Councilor Terik for your other ability. And with a Psionipath mentor as well." Mr. Forkle spoke, making Quinn sigh and nod.
Grady clapped both of his hands, titling his head. "Alright, let's get to it."