Even old Puck couldn’t keep his mouth closed from excitent, laughing heartily as he listened to the stories. Those last three remaining teeth protruded, which in itself was amusing enough. He even said to , "If I were 300 years younger, I’d want to go there too."
Although I was also laughing happily, clapping vigorously when the story reached an exciting part, in my heart I hoped that young Nimo wouldn’t go to such dangerous places again. I really wanted to tell him: You’ve already seen a lot, and you’re getting older. Now you should start a family here, settle down, and enjoy the traditional life of the dwarves.
The al was eaten quickly, with those beautiful stories being the best seasoning, everyone ate heartily, even the usually dieting mage rubbed his belly and made a gesture to indicating "I’m so full." However, the two girls following the mage seed rather peculiar. The one with silver hair, seemingly nad Zilvra, ate very little, just a tiny bite of each dish. But the dish that Lynch served in front of her, she ate entirely. Could it be that our cooking wasn’t good, and only the mage knew her taste? As for that innocent and lively little one, her pair of beautiful big eyes were always fixed on the fruits on the table, not leaving them since they were brought up. These things purchased from the surface fully captivated her attention, her hands never staying idle, gripping a fruit tightly with each; even her mouth was never empty, constantly chewing hard. She didn’t even glance at the other dishes, only fiercely attacked those fruits. Although Lynch said she was impolite, eating rather recklessly, I actually found such a little girl quite adorable.
After the al, Nimo took out his backpack and began to tell everyone about the things he found. Those novel gadgets fascinated everyone present, each person focusing intently as Nimo operated each item, producing incredible effects. Exclamations of amazent continuously erged.
He made a trip to the Underdark, which should be his greatest achievent. With such good results, I’m truly happy for him. However, from another perspective, I fear he will love adventure even more because of this success, worried he might leave again.
The gathering lasted until quite late, even the always calm mage beca excited. He used a spell to depict a scene of the Underdark on the ceiling, greatly broadening our dwarven horizons.
Until very late, people kept coming from their hos. Everyone in Dwarf City was drawn to this spontaneous feast, coming to see this rare spectacle. Word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and the huge banquet hall gradually beca crowded. Everyone wanted to see those magical little objects with their own eyes, and take a look at Lynch’s mysterious magic. This kind of grandeur is definitely not easy to co by! Old Londa and the council elders helped maintain order, making the scene less chaotic.
Food was continuously brought out, even the rare treasured wine here was endlessly taken out from the kitchen. What was originally a small celebration turned into a festive banquet. Everyone was beaming with joy, only I was a bit dazed looking at my own wallet. Mage Lynch took out a bag, filled to the brim with gemstones. However, Old Londa wouldn’t let guests pay. Under his proposal, all the dwarves agreed this al would be free to entertain Lynch and his friends. Yet, I noticed Lynch’s gemstone bag sohow subtly floated to Londa’s waist, and the mage signaled to not to speak of it.
But at that ti, how did Lynch know I saw that scene? Could it be he has eyes on the back of his head?
After it turned into a grand banquet, the happiest was Soka. She wouldn’t leave for a mont, looking at the fruits piled on the plate, even though her belly was a bit round from being full. Zilvra tugged at her, refusing to let her continue eating. Although Soka’s expression was pitiable, I could only hold back, disagreeing with the little one eating so much.
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