A half-hour later, Nix was sitting in the Blue Quail Tavern with Jaro and Gillian. He was staring at the Turtle Titan, who insisted that he call him Gil. "Let me get this straight. Great Grand Pa Sinai disappeared 50 years ago. Since then, Titania has been cursed. How am I doing?"
Gil nodded. "The curse is recent; of course, none of the Titan's can currently change forms."
Jaro looked impossibly sad; he gripped his large hands together. "I found a lead in Chespri. Unfortunately, the quest of the Steward remains unfinished."
Nix had been listening to them for a while; he was starting to understand the gist of their situation. "There are seven Stewards? One from each settlement in Titania?"
"We were appointed by the Clan Matriarch herself, although she has been mourning for months." Jaro downed his drink with a tip of his mug and immediately poured himself another.
