Jeremiah got out of bed the next morning, with not a wink of sleep. He made his way down the unfamiliar stairs of Reggie's home. The warm morning light shown through the windows, revealing more of the home than Jeremiah remembered. The entire house was beautifully crafted in intricate elven fashion. The attention to detail made Jeremiah wonder how much Reggie had actually done himself.
Careful to make as little noise as possible, Jeremiah made his way to the kitchen. As he passed the living room, he couldn't help noticing a painting hanging over the fire place mantle. In it were four figures. A tall elven man, that Jeremiah could easily tell was Reggie, stood next to a brunette human woman sitting in a chair.
"She must have been Regulansier's wife," Jeremiah thought. "I'd heard he took a human woman as his wife years ago before she passed away."
Sitting in the woman's lap was a young, messy, blonde haired half-elven boy, and in front of Reggie stood another half-elven boy who