Kaitha was slumped over the table, looking smaller and sadder than an Elven breakfast. Her red-rimmed eyes watched her fingers trace a small pattern on the table. She didn’t look up when Gorm and Gleebek took their seats again. “I haven’t finished a quest in more than forty years,” she said. “I can get them started. I try, I really do. And then … I just feel like I need … you know? Something to take the edge off … and it gets all messed up.”
