Felicia's POV
"you all have to try the fruit tarts they are simply to DIE for..." Helia mused as he shoved Hors d'oeuvres into our faces never losing that bone chilling smile ".... Meela!!.." he exclaimed and the Druid across the table from him jumped, barely catching her spoon and clinging it to her chest, her eyes go wide as sweat drips down the side of her face
"Y..yes Helia?" she forces a smile but you Could see it in her eyes, she's breaking already, The poor thing
"I heard your child goes to Margovich, how are they?" Helia asks a seemingly innocent question but we all knew what it meant
It's starting, the real reason behind this twisted tea party from hell, an exchange of information, if you survive to the end you get to ask Helia one question but if you play your cards right, over the course of the tea party you get so much information from so many sources, a trade by barter of sorts
