Half a month later, the Elf merchant ship was nearing the Old Continent. On its sunny and pleasant deck, David and his son lay on a cargo box, their expressions somewhat vacant. Beside them, a Winter Wolf pup, Wangzai, lay in imitation.
One Red Dragon, one 'Drow,' and one Winter Wolf, all identically fixated on the star-crossed interspecies lovers at the ship's bow, who were blatantly flaunting their public displays of affection.
The Barbarian Rosinde had his arms wrapped around a buxom, full-figured Ogre. Together, they gazed at the distant icebergs, a scene reminiscent of the tender intimacy between Jack and Rose from Titanic.
I'm suddenly feeling a bit of regret, said David, who prided himself on never having regrets, sounding rather perplexed.
Attilicia, knowing his son as only a father could, naturally understood the source of his regret.
