The torch-lit hall of the goblin's domain buzzed with energy as Arthur and Diana stepped into the midst of the birthday celebration. Surrounded by the raucous members of the guild Ascent and the enthusiastic goblins, the air was thick with laughter and the scent of roasted meats.
Julia, having introduced Diana with a respectful nod, moved aside, allowing the others to close in, each bubbling with curiosity yet none wanting to seem too intrusive.
Sarohan the Waiga, towering over the crowd, waggled his eyebrows at Arthur. "So, Art, spill the beans—how did our lord end up with a fiery princess? There's got to be some epic magic involved, or did you enchant her with your charm?"
Arthur chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while Diana grinned beside him. "Well, Sarohan, it's a long story. It started in Alka... I wasn't exactly gardening by choice, and Diana here was battling more than just the elements."
