Lith had gifted Baron Wyalon the artifact intended for Count Lark, making him one of the few owners of a fully loaded DoLorean.
"Great." Wyalon laughed merrily. "There is not a single stuck-up, powdered-nose noble of the Kellar region that doesn't eat their heart out when they see it."
"Eiros, it's not nice to talk about our neighbors like that." It was supposed to be a reproach, but it was clear from the Baroness' tone that she was gloating.
Mirias giggled as she scolded her husband, and her cheeks flushed with pride, giving her pale visage a rare spark of color.
Since the Ernas were already inside, the last guests to enter were Zinya and Zogar Vastor, Duke and Ryssa Marth, and the Royals.
"Manoa… I mean, your son is growing up big and strong, Headmaster Marth." The King said, doing his best to smile and sound jovial.
