Having soothed Lady Salin, Durin stepped out of her garden.
·She had aged after all, just like Rolyn, wrinkles had crawled all over her hands, and her eyes had clouded some, her body surely bore more than just those two gunshot wounds, and in order to leave the Divine Arts to those in greater need, she had chosen to combat fate with ointment, she was a remarkable woman.
Big Orange held Lady Salin in high esteem.
Durin nodded in agreement.
For the first time, he asked Big Orange, "What do you think, Big Orange, can this vendetta ever see an end?"
"You should understand better than I, shouldn't you? The answer's already in your heart; why ask me?" Big Orange countered.
