Durin rose to his feet, as a battle flag had been raised opposite him, halting even the artillery fire.
"My lord, there is a duel challenge from the other side," Titus was eager to try: "Please let me go!"
But Durin leapt from the great beast and drew a sword from his space: "I shall go, I know that old man."
Caesar Peterson-Adams.
The old man in the distance was dressed in his military uniform today, lighting a cigarette using the box that Durin had once given him.
Durin walked towards the clearing between the two sides.
Caesar Peterson-Adams also approached.
The old man, with his drooping eyebrows, appeared even older at this moment.
"Why is it you?" Durin was somewhat puzzled.
