Watching the Dwarf Marshal, his mouth stuffed with a handkerchief, being "escorted" out of the conference room by a group of Earth Priests, Murphy kindly waved goodbye with a gentle smile, only to receive Loren's angry glare in return.
The angry eyes contained enough information to write a thesis of several thousand words to discuss the complex mood in the Dwarf Marshal's heart at that moment.
That's right, this was a trap aimed at him!
Loren's been escaping marriage not just for one or two days; he might suffer from some incurable "marriage phobia." According to Elder Ovg's complaints, the Dwarf Marshal has always claimed to prioritize his career, managing to drag his childhood sweetheart cousin from sixty to sixty-eight years old, even though in dwarf years this counts as just reaching adulthood, but dwarves have their own cultural quirks.
