Durin followed Mentor Mason into the room, and before he could make out the appearances of the people sitting there, he heard an elderly voice wanting to vouch for him.
He could only look toward the direction of the voice and saw an old gentleman with high hooves and deer antlers smiling at him.
Seeing such a kindly, benevolent elder who held him in such high regard, Durin couldn't let down those expectations. So he doffed his hat and bowed, "Dulin Aiersh, I have seen the elders and gentlemen."
"Was this work really conceived in the face of a marvel?" a middle-aged human full of curiosity asked from beside the old man.
"Yes, it was a spur-of-the-moment idea. Although I haven't formally studied music, I've listened to orchestral performances since I was young, and I've always had some little ideas in my heart."
"Just like you said you wanted to make a movie that everyone would find appealing?" asked the old gentleman with high hooves, smiling.
"Yes, elder," Durin nodded.
