Two elders of the Redstone Tribe were waiting for Davey at one of the inns in Heins Territory.

“Oooh! You came!”

“Hoo… You’re such a young human, but you possess great skill…”

The two red-bearded dwarves walked forward and openly showed their curiosity toward Davey. Their reactions were unsurprising, since this was their first time meeting with Davey. They both nodded as they reached their hands out for a handshake.

“It’s an honor to meet you, the Wise Teacher! I have been wanting to meet you ever since we heard that you’ve done us a great favor by recreating the Primordial Inferno!”

“I’m Garm! And this old man over here is Gaerm!”

“I’m Davey O’Rowane. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Davey responded in kind, following the dwarven etiquette.

His actions brought great delight to the Redstone Tribe’s elders.

“Hahahaha! A human who knows the dwarven etiquette! The more I look at you the more I grow fond of you!”

“Oho! You crazy old fogeys! Why are you showing that kind of attitude to the Wise Teacher? Have you forgotten just how much help and grace he has given our race?!”

“Eyy… You Yellowstone rascals are always so hot-tempered. Tch, tch.” Garm clicked his tongue before taking out a box and handing it over to Davey. He said, “Please accept this. Although our Redstone Tribe did not personally receive your grace, it’d be a disgrace for us...