Draco smiled after all this was done. His task had been completed successfully and what's more, no blaring announcement was made since he was locked up in a separate instance of the world.
Draco placed all the armor sets into his inventory and left the forge with Roma behind him, her expression one of pride and smugness. No matter who you were, once a person you loved truly - whether romantically or as a family - succeeded in anything, you would feel even more pride than they did about it.
Qiong Qi and Roknar had been outside the whole time, the Lion napping while the Green Orc was extremely bored yet unable to leave.
When Roknar saw Draco emerge, he stood up like someone had shocked him with a sharp jolt of electricity. His hard face lost all its firmness and transformed into the face of a bootlicker.
Even his usually gruff, orcish voice became a lot weaker and full of a simpering tone, making one look down on him instinctively.