Upon receiving the invitation from Angalor Gallagher, Durin naturally agreed in one breath. He was always eager to help out the good people.
"Then we need to find a few injured parties first, I know two," Angalor Gallagher said.
Following him, Bishop Miles Ochoa also had long-suffering injured parties, "I've got one here who has lived for seven years."
Good heavens, living for seven years, he must have suffered a lot.
Big Orange expressed a certain surprise and respect.
The injured parties would not arrive for another week, and Durin was not in a rush—over the next week, he was to go to the Engineering Academy and reconcile accounts with those old fellows.
But early in the morning, while Durin was still in his house with his eldest daughter, there was a sharp knocking at the door.
Approaching the window, Durin saw several carriages from the Military Commission.
A dozen robed figures stood outside his door, including the Great Elder, Old Yishu, and Old Enrique.
