"Tch!"
A flash of delight crossed Duraga's eyes as he recognized the Zor Elf Elder as the Duadeng from his memories.
He looked the other man up and down for a moment, then sneered.
"I didn't think it was possible, but you're even uglier in your old age than when you were young..."
"You bastard!"
Hearing this, Duadeng immediately raised the wooden walking stick in his hand and bellowed.
"Who are you calling ugly, you short stack?"
"Who are you calling a short stack?"
"I'm talking about you!"
In an instant, the solemn atmosphere brought on by Viconia and the Zor Elves she led was shattered by the sudden argument.
Roland and his party, on the other hand, remained relatively calm.
Both he and the Gray Dwarves accompanying him were long accustomed to Duraga's boorish ways.
But the Zor Elves...
The cold expression Viconia had been maintaining finally cracked.
Her eyes were wide, her lips were slightly parted, and her face was a mask of disbelief.
