170 Against The Unknown, All Races Must Stand As One

"Tell me, Lux, when you look at that small village over there, what do you see?" Favonius asked as he looked fondly at the village that he had built on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Gweliven.

"A seed," Lux replied because that is truly what he felt after looking at the small village in the distance.

Favonius laughed heartily before nodding his head in satisfaction.

"You can also put it that way," Favonius commented. "It is a seed that will grow into a sturdy tree. This tree will then foster and care for the new batch of seeds, which will also grow into trees and usher in a new era of prosperity and peace."

Lux smiled, but he knew that this was not the answer Favonius was looking for. Because of this, he decided to ask what that village represented to the Dwarf Saint who decided to retire in a place far from the Capital of the Dwarven Kingdom.

"Hope," Favonius said as he gazed at the small village with tender eyes. "When I look at the village from here, I see hope."