"Elder Lein, we finally meet again," Thurok greeted with a broad smile. The old man walked at a relaxed pace, holding a toddler in his arms as he came to a stop in front of Lein and Efan.
Lein returned the gesture with a warm smile, his eyes then falling on the little girl Thurok was carrying. "Such a beautiful girl," he said sincerely, noting her fair skin and innocent eyes.
"Hahaha, thank you, Elder Lein. She's my granddaughter, from my eighth child," Thurok said proudly, patting the child's back gently, his voice filled with the kind of pride only a grandfather showing off his greatest treasure could have.
Lein was a little surprised. He already knew Thurok was one of the senior elders, but he hadn't expected someone so old to still be this close and proud of his family. In a world as harsh and full of intrigue as theirs, it was a rare sight.
