Chapter 394: My Precious
Multiple chairs had been pulled up in a circle, and Dagon sat in his chair, slightly larger than the rest and was downing his fourth tankard of his private brew.
He could taste the difference, having tried Batrire’s father’s. Unlike all the other alcohol he had consumed, this one didn’t leave any kind of aftertaste and was smoother than water.
Next to Fowl, his parents both sat there, his father now awake, neither having said a word.
Grondir was bouncing his knee nervously, stuck between his mother and the king.
“Are you two ever going to talk?” Batrire asked, eyes focused on the weaponsmiths. “I mean, are you even going to acknowledge that he is sitting before you?”
“I am well aware of who is before me,” Fowl’s mother replied, her tone sounding haughty and unimpressed. “Regardless of what he has accomplished in the tower, our… Fowl chose to leave the family business, forsaking the history we have carried for generations. Doing so is an affront to our line and to Ockrim.”
“That’s a load of ogre shite!” Batrire shot back, almost rising from her chair. “He’s been offered the highest position by your king, and you still can’t see that Ockrim must be pleased with what he has done!”
“And yet he isn’t one of the King’s Guard,” Greeta Hammerfall replied. “Perhaps if he was, then I could admit something good came from his choice.”
“Forget it,” Fowl said, cutting off their healer as she started to respond. “She’s not worth it. I… I finally see that I don’t need her approval anymore.”