The next morning, His Excellency Angalet Garlag, the bishop of the Prime Creator, arrived at the Eternal Blaze Nest with a gleaming bald head.
He had no other intention but to supervise Mr. Durin's work.
Durin, who had hoped to steal half a day of leisure, could only start work with tears in his eyes—the High Elf businesswoman had visited Durin, and she was fortunate enough to witness the most formidable violence-promoting team. After leaving the deposit paid by the High Elf, she chose to flee.
Not even a High Elf could stand up to the mighty bald-headed bishop.
"You've been quite the spectacle lately," said His Excellency Angalet Garlag after hearing a report from a subordinate who had gone downstairs to find out why it was so lively. He looked at Durin, who was frantically sketching storyboards.
