Comfortable

Leaving the ice dwarf village intact and with all the supplies was not something that had been in Valthorn's plans, but when he left the village alongside the caravan, he realized what a difference it had made. As the carriages pulled away, the dwarves began to wave to the group, saying goodbye, completely happy for the first time in years, and so they continued until the carriages pulled away so far that the village became just a bright spot amidst all the snow.

Kaizen, who was riding a borrowed Shaccar and walking alongside Valthorn, noticed the different expressions on the elf's face and said:

"You realize that, don't you?"

Valthorn shook his head, momentarily stunned by those thoughts and regaining consciousness of where he was. He looked at Kaizen and frowned.

"What are you talking about, human?"