"How is it? Grassland Elves are manageable, right?"
As Old Paci took the wine away, Durin spoke to Big Orange and Shiyi.
"It would be even better if they didn't have the attributes of a riddle-speaker."
Big Orange exclaimed with feeling.
Shiyi very much agreed this time.
Compared to certain unsociable folks, riddles were nothing.
Durin had long seen through them; he even thought that the riddle-speaking Grassland Elves, compared to the bad seeds, was somehow a kind of charm.
"So when you and Anta quiz each other with riddles, even we are a part of your play?"
Big Orange shrieked.
You guessed right.
Durin sighed, stood up, and looked at Anta and Alice, both dressed in sleeveless gowns walking toward him. He happily walked towards them.
"Alice helped me with the custom order; I think it's too valuable," Anta was still hesitant.
But Alice was all smiles, "The grandmother made it, a beautiful Grassland Elf festival gown, really suits Anta well."
