Durin approached the stairs because Xialu was making a racket on the first floor.
Saying something about Mr. Romeo arriving with an elderly gentleman.
Durin, who was in the middle of making a short film, had to set aside his work, pulled the imaging device onto his head, and came to the stairs, "Mr. Romeo, what's the matter, is there a problem with the movie?"
"No problem, young man, very good, I bet you have the qualifications to become the laureate of this year's Faroese Genoa Film Festival," Mr. Romeo said with all humility as he introduced the elder beside him, "Mr. Jim Millerson."
"Ah, are you the descendant of that person?" Durin immediately thought.
The old man smiled and nodded, "Yes, my life has been a tough one. Only after great difficulty did I bring our family back from the brink. You know, the Faroese have a rather unfortunate hobby; as soon as they have money, they want to produce memoirs for their ancestors, whether through books, poetry, or nowadays film."
