"What do you mean uncle?"
Miguel looked away for a moment, it was hard for him to say what he was keeping in his head but because of Elizabeth, he had to make the decision. He had to let her go.
"I heard that you would like to be a merchant. You know that merchants' lives are always on the point, don't you?"
Elizabeth nodded but she didn't care.
"Yes, from thieves to rivals, all might menace but I fear nothing, not after losing everything I have."
"I will talk to one of my merchant friends who trade with faeries and Witchwood this way you have access to make friendships."
Elizabeth understood that she needed to be trained well.
"Thank you, uncle!"
"Do you have any questions?"
Miguel wanted to tell her about her faerie family but he changed his mind as they got to Rose forest and he saw how the werewolves treated them.
"Yes, ahem, actually! I want to know if you have any clue who my mother is..."
