Durin looked at Robert. "Your Majesty, I have no more questions."
"Then will you come back to help my old friend Dutel Marcus make a film about me?" the old man asked.
Durin nodded, bowing slightly. "I will, but once the film about you is completed, I shall no longer serve the Walter Royal Family. Please understand."
"I forgive you. My cousin died because of my eldest son... Say whatever you want when you go back, if your grandfather wants to come and kill me, I'll accept it."
"No, I will follow Lady Salin's dying wishes. She passed away in her sleep during her overnight stay at your Carefree Palace." At this point, Durin managed a smile. "When I came to Copenhagen, Lady Salin took great care of me... she was like another grandmother to me. In the most dangerous moments, she stood in front of me, dying in my stead."
Robert let out a long sigh and then gestured to Fischer. Fischer opened the door, and guards came in, carrying away the bodies of the Dwarf and Bailey on stretchers.
