Did you not read the company policy?

Quill was not a young one. In fact, he was probably older than the fae giving the lesson. Despite not knowing her audience, Quill seated himself at the fringes of the gathering. He'd listen to what she had to say for now. Anything that he learned from her would be more ammunition in his mental arsenal. One never could have too much knowledge. Every little thing that he learned about the packs of the world would end up aiding him in the long run, so he would sit and he would listen. If she was full of shit though...

Ears swiveled to catch the words of the black and white fae. The Syndicate, she said. Quill hadn't heard of them previous to this. Like his father, the man kept his own council mostly. He wasn't terrribly social. Now that he knew of the Syndicate's existence, he may as well know what they were all about.

"Speech"