A little better today, despite the mayhem in the house. 1000 words orso of chapter three. Mostly fluff, I have to admit, especially the bit about Harold wanting cream cakes. Perhaps that's because I'm on a diet.
I did introduce one od the antagonists, though, an elf by the name of Feriel. Note the 'el' on the end of his name which marks him as one of the elohim - angels- Yes, elves are faery nephilim, suffering a shortage of population after the faery-elvish wars.
Winston has started hearing voices. Something to do with that bottle he found, perhaps?
Devious the imp ate a whole gateaux. Pig.
Oh, and one of my Harold and Jasfoup stories was a winner in a competition here.