Chapter 81 – Banquet – IV
A dwarf with long white hair, tied into two braids secured by a golden clasp, a thick beard, and piercing gray eyes approached us. Golden earrings adorned his ears, and he wore a luxurious black overcoat with purple accents and several golden cords. His expression was gruff.
"Lady Lesley, it's always a pleasure for these old eyes to behold such beauty!" he said, his tone laced with ironic formality.
"Hoo... Baldur, what a surprise to see you at this banquet," Lesley replied with a gentle smile. "I hope you're enjoying yourself."
"Grr... Haven't had much luck lately. We drew straws to decide who'd come, and here I am," the dwarf admitted, visibly unmotivated.
"Regardless, this is Glenn. Glenn, this is Baldur, Grand-Lord Ragg's strategist."
"Pleasure to meet you, Lord Baldur!" I greeted politely.
"Grr... I'm too old to be mingling with youngsters who still smell like milk. Look at this one—no wings yet, and already causing a stir across the world."
"Hahaha..." Lesley laughed genuinely at the dwarf's barrage of complaints.
"See here, Lady Lesley, the Grand-Lord sent me to lick the aristocracy's boots, forge new trade ties, and do some celebrating. So, I've already spent all my social energy on these soft-spoken fools!"
"Ahahaha..." Lesley nearly lost her breath laughing.
"And you, boy. Isaac did fine work on that Nexus you're wearing. Mind letting me take a look?"