Risk and Reward

She dropped his stone in his hands. "Sure."

He put it in his sweatpants pocket. "Awesome." He led her toward the tree.

As she followed her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. She checked the caller ID and sent it to voicemail. It was probably nothing.

The interior of the tree was carved with elven sigils and gorgeous design, but much of the floorspace looked like a teenager's bedroom.

"So you're some kind of royalty then?" Queenie half-joked, taking in the room. The location, 'holding court', it all implied status.

"Yup." He headed up a set of winding stairs. "You know that one play? By the poet guy?"

"I've never had time for theatre," she said, following loosely behind.

"Okay well that point is moot, then. But I'm basically the king of this world."

She raised an eyebrow. "You seem a little young for that."

(idk if I mentioned her age but at this point she's like 18. since they're discussing ages it could matter idk)

(Ah cool!)

He snorted. "Please. I'm 2 millenia old. How old are you, kiddo?"

"Two millenia and still decorating your house like a freshman dorm room?" she said, ignoring is question.

"Humanity peaked right here." He pointed at an open pizza box. "This is the life."

"Right. What do you need me to do?"

"The thing is in my room." He opened a grand set of doors to reveal a massive bedroom with a canopy bed hanging from the ceiling, a gigantic television, several game consoles, and a mess. The game controller in question was sitting on the bed.

Queenie looked around. This guy was more childish and extravagant than anyone she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.

"Right."