In the banquet hall of the Forge City, the long table is laid with various delicacies, including whole roasted Rock Lizard, honey-soaked ribs, and the essential Dwarven strong ale.
The dwarves attending the banquet tear into chunks of meat, clutching barrels of ale, merrily stomping out steps mimicking a Charge to the beat of drums, their laughter rough and hearty.
Inanna sits quietly at the center of this whirlpool of revelry, an odd match for her surroundings.
The previous conflict was ultimately resolved without escalating into a battle, thanks to the mediation of the Dwarven King's envoy.
Upon returning to the Forge City, the Dwarven King generously announced, as Bardur had said, that the Restriction Ring belonged to the victor as a trophy, and should rightfully be Inanna's.
If Lin Jun wasn't aware that the envoy had been observing the situation from the shadows all along, she might have truly believed the Dwarven King was as genuine and heroic as Bardur.
