CHAPTER 261 Make Yourself at Home
Lexi and Allen were welcomed into Lord Brarthoroz's room almost immediately. The dagger that he had removed from the scene of Aoife's disappearance sat on top of a rectangular slab of quartz in the center of the coffee table, right next to a large steaming teapot of something that called to Lexi's soul.
Allen rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself at Lexi's delighted squeal as she skittered excitedly across the room, heading straight for the teapot where she lifted the lid and inhaled deeply.
"Oh my GODDESS! This smells like christmas…" She exclaimed giddily as Allen peered over her shoulder at the creamy looking liquid inside before his eyes drifted to the unsavory object right next to it.
"Don't worry Allen, the two things aren't related in any way." Lord Brarthoroz rumbled as he placed three good sized glass coffee mugs on the table in front of them and sat back heavily on the chair opposite.