"Jorel just successfully carried out the vital task of acquiring the rights to Slov's mines," Jerol declared, his voice cutting through the murmurs.
"He traveled alone and returned back with what he was asked for."
"He did an impressive job for someone his age." As Jerol spoke, a strange, warm feeling began to thaw Jorel's cold, humiliated stature.
The crowd's judgmental murmurs paused, replaced by surprised, collective gazes.
"And not to mention that he also saved a young girl that we took into our care."
"Which also caused the feud between the Hirojima and Nagasiki clans to not worsen!" He shouted, striding closer to Jorel, placing a firm, proud hand on his son's head.
"He's already done what so many of us couldn't even do as we're like this… not to even talk about when we were his age!" He brandished his hand in the air, a gesture of fierce pride.
