Archer watched the High-Elf Ayrenn's violet eyes widen in shock. Soon enough, the fleet started moving forward, letting their crews go wild as the cannons erupted even more and peppered the landscape. He chuckled as she turned to him in shock before shaking her head.
''Why are these things so powerful?'' she asked.
''Magic and invention,'' a smooth voice replied.
Archer and Ayrenn turned around to see his dwarf wife, Dellah. He stepped forward and hugged the smaller woman. She loved the affection and melted into his embrace. The older woman grabbed his cheeks and gave him a passionate kiss. He happily returned the gesture while holding her curvy waist.
When they broke apart, she spoke. ''It's good to see you, husband. I know we've both been busy, but would you like to spend some time together?''
''Of course.''
Following that, Archer turned to a shocked Ayrenn before introducing the two women. ''Ayrenn, this is one of my wives, Dellah Wyldheart, leader of the Ironfoot Clan.''
