The headquarters of the Black Pigeon News Agency.
The high elf Winona brought the bear-shaped cookies she had just baked from her baking class to the black pigeon news agency.
She had seen many magical and interesting places since she came to Nolan, but the black pigeon news agency was one of the most interesting places.
The fierce and dangerous orcs and cunning goblins in elder Enya’s narration had all turned into literati who were wearing glasses and writing articles in a pile of papers.
“Uncle Cam, is Aurelian still taking photos today?”
Wenna found a familiar orc holding a newspaper in his hand. After hearing Wenna’s question, the orc put down the newspaper in his hand and took off the reading glasses on his nose bridge.
“Wenna... Miss Aurelian didn’t take a photo shoot today. She might be composing songs in the Hall of silence... did you bring cookies?”He asked.
“Yes.”
