Daniel put an arm around Amber when he felt her trepidation through their circle bond. "Grace told us a little about you. You stopped the witch war. Single-handedly."

Glenda blew air out her nose and the corner of her mouth lifted. She grabbed her husband's hand. “Actually, it was Roger and I, but he gets no credit."

Daniel appraised Roger. He got a sense of him being a hunter or trapper. He could smell the earth and loam from both Glenda and him.

The smell eased his mind, and a warmth seemed to ooze from them.

Quinten made a show of moving folders around on his desk, gaining their attention. "Glenda is here to continue your schooling. She is to assess your suitability for this training. We put the Realm at great risk humouring you and the witches, Glenda Gables. I will hold you accountable for their actions while you tutor them. They cannot be trusted. The One God says so."

Glenda gave a long, slow look at Quinten and said nothing. Instead, she looked back at Daniel and the girls. "Let's get out of here. We have much to talk about. And I want to see Grace and meet that gnome of yours. Shall we go?"

Quinten rose. "Now see here!"

Glenda made a shooing motion at Quinten. "Let's go. Now."

Daniel didn't need another invitation. He opened the door to the office and held it. "After you, ma'am."

They left the office, with Amy, Jasmine, and even Amber, all running their hand over his bottom as they passed him.

Roger was last and smirked at Daniel playfully. "I won't do that, son. Don't worry!"

Daniel chuckled, liking Roger even more. He closed the door as he exited. As he walked away, he heard Quinten in his office.

"Fuck!"

Amber led them back to their suite. As they walked in, Bitty leapt off the couch where she had been lying between Grace's open legs.

She wiped at her mouth. "Oh, err, hi! Welcome back! I was... I was just..."

Grace stood and wiped at her crotch before bending down and pulling on her pair of black leather pants. “Glenda! Good to see you again.

Roger. You're still looking fit for an old man." Bitty grabbed at a few bottles she had placed beside the couch on the carpet. To Daniel they looked like her mana potions Glenda and Roger headed over to Grace and they hugged and laughed for a moment. Daniel looked at his ladies and they shrugged Bitty rushed into the kitchen with her stolen bottles of Night Fae mana and Daniel and the ladies got everyone sitting down. Roger sat and then stood up and looked back at the couch and wiped his ass.

"Hmm. A little wet."

Daniel saw Grace blush, and it startled him. He made a questioning look at her and she mouth "later" to him.

Bitty came back out, minus her potions, and holding a tray with a steaming pot of tea, fixings, and some biscuits she had made, she called gnome bread.

Glenda took a bite and then stared at it. "Shortbread. This is shortbread. What did you call it, Bitty?"

"Gnome bread. We don't call it that. It's derogatory."

Glenda laughed, and it sounded like little bells ringing. "Oh, I suppose it could be seen that way. But only if you really wanted it to be. Shortbread came from the dwarves. They didn't have a problem with the word short."

Bitty grumbled and said nothing.