Chapter 30: Unmasked
Dirge POV
“You both dealt with Lord Glynthyra smoothly, I must say.”
Dirge turned with a big smile to see Anneliese’s father, Graydon Chalice, slide into the seat next to him. Judge Chalice still had the muscular, solid body acquired during his wrestling and boxing days. Although most of his boxing and wrestling were in a courtroom these days, he kept in shape through sparring with the Evenhide and Crimsontail shifters–and chasing after his grandchildren.
Judge Chalice, or Papa or “the Judge,” continued. “It’s not easy to hold your own with a High Elf in a battle of wits. Or any elf.”
“Had a few of them in your courtroom?” Dirge asked The Judge.
Papa Chalice had a sparkle in his eyes that reminded him of Anneliese. “They are the WORST when it comes to magical law disputes. I prefer to keep my cases moving so they don’t drag too much and cause people unnecessary delays–and elves just love to use twenty words where one will do, and argue every single point of logic.”