XIII
Amal Shalewood took the witness to a tea parlor on the fringe of Bogville and bought her a cup of tea.
The parlor was themed in the elven old school—there were watercolor paintings of ancient fishermen on the walls, casting nets atop a foaming sea. And everywhere, fish—painted on the walls, in the wallpaper. Even the tables were shaped like curved fish angling for a line.
Amal disliked thoroughly elven places because the kind of people who frequented them tended to believe in elven superiority, and they were often condescending. She’d experienced plenty of that as a detective in the MCU. Suffice to say that she “got” elves and understood their sometimes strange ways, but she didn’t particularly get along with them.
Annette Potionberry sipped her tea and a wisp of steam swirled aro
