·This is the kind of scene I enjoy.
Big Orange watched as the two old men drank the fiery liquor mixed with each other's blood, feeling quite enlightened.
Durin looked around at everyone, actually enjoying this kind of revenge plot himself, so he spoke up, "How can I be of help?"
"New guns, better cannons, more effective explosives, do you have them, Mr. Durin?" Ace Secretary began with dire words.
"New explosives won't do, can't get through the Eastern Elven Territory, even if I give you the formula, if your materials aren't up to par, what happens if it explodes?" Saying this, Durin sat on the coffee table: "You have people who can make cannons, what kind of cannons can they make?"
"Do bronze cannons count?" Jim asked.
"That thing is three hundred years old, older than the three of you combined, do you think it's still of any use?" Durin asked with a laugh.
The three men who wouldn't amount to three hundred years combined awkwardly chuckled.
