"This..." Clan Leader Giharin was still full of conflicted hesitation.
In his view, Gaven was purely comforting him, making him feel at ease accepting the gift.
"Father, just accept it. After all, we already owe the Lord a tremendous favor. Don't fear owing a little more; we'll find a way to repay it together in the future."
"Indeed, only by living can we repay this kindness."
"Your Majesty, please accept it. We are still counting on you to lead us in reclaiming Tesser Yama. This is the closest we've come to success in three hundred years. You can't fall at this moment; all of the Black Iron Clan are watching you."
The other three dwarves were not as conflicted as Giharin and earnestly persuaded him.
"To me, an experienced Legendary Blacksmith is much more precious than these five Primordial Golden Apples."
