Mage Lynch followed behind him, along with several others I hadn't met. Our dwarf houses are too small for them all to come in at once. I used up three towels just to wipe my tears dry. It was quite embarrassing to be seen like this by the mage.
Fortunately, Lynch merely smiled and waited quietly outside the house. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and I always felt he was somewhat different, becoming even deeper and surely more powerful than before. He gently patted my shoulder, a common gesture for mages, as these scholarly people never hug others to express their emotions.
I glanced at the people behind the mage, and a fair-skinned girl immediately caught my eye. She looked quite strange, with silver-white hair and white skin that made her resemble a vegetable from afar. However, her purple eyes and black outfit made me nervous. I remembered seeing such a portrait in our treasure warehouse, where a Dark Elf was dressed just like her.
