"Relatives?" I echoed, blinking.
Quigella let out an exasperated sigh and pointed at the pot-bellied elf. "Unfortunately, yes. This clown is my boss and my cousin."
I blinked again, trying to reconcile the image of a perfectly composed dark elf woman with this cheerful, overfed elf. "Wait, how does that even work? You're a Dark elf, he's a regular elf…"
The man chuckled. "Ah, I get that a lot. My father's a High Elf, my mother a Dark Elf. Guess I took after the old man in looks, but my stomach took after my mother's side." He patted his belly proudly, which jiggled like jelly.
"More like you reconstructed your belly with beer," I said with a grin.
He laughed heartily, clearly pleased with himself. "Hehe, you are funny. But don't let that confuse you. We're family. Quigella here, she's been trying to scare customers away since the day she started. I keep telling her to smile more, be gentle, but nooo, she'd rather scowl like a demon queen!"
