For Elder Prude, hearing even countless rumors from the outside world was no match for Ian himself speaking to him directly.
Although it was true that Ian had not skimped on sending messages to Harrison Port and reporting good news, this time, the good news was undoubtedly the greatest.
"Noble title and awards!"
When Elder Prude heard Ian utter these words on the other end of the communication device, he felt his heart skip a beat for an instant.
This elder of the White Folks, bearing the characteristic traits of the Dwarves, stood numbly by the window of his Elder's Hall. For some reason, Elder Prude suddenly felt a gust of autumn breeze, accompanied by the warm midday sun, making him feel slightly tipsy.
The end of the year was approaching.
