Irene gradually calmed down.
She was young, but as her grandmother had said, in this era, there were very few who could bid farewell to their descendants with such equanimity as her grandmother had—aside from the professionals of the Old Era, those transcendent professionals usually died in endless agony.
Even their souls were scattered, even causing endless harm.
Lady Rolyn looked at Durin and smiled, reaching out to touch his dragon horn, "The Dual Mothers have been here, and I have made a deal with them, Mr. Durin, do you want to know the contents of the deal?"
"I've already understood," Durin said, bowing his head.
"Look, Irene, this is the difference between you and Mr. Durin. She knows I've made a deal with the Dual Mothers, and you are completely unaware of why those two deities came," Rolyn sighed as she spoke, "Mr. Durin, I have asked you before to give a child to the House of Sario."
Durin nodded, "Yes, I have agreed to your request before."
