The joy brought by the dwarves from the North wasn't just about reunion, but also a relaxed atmosphere. In the ever-optimistic eyes of Morgan, the things that worried Lynch were merely small obstacles before attaining happiness. As he put it, they were "just little clumps of mud blocking the fresh spring water."
"Lynch, you're overthinking it." Morgan rubbed his hands together. "Holy Pate is doing just fine now, and each of their paladins is a kind-hearted person. Of course, I admit they're a bit stubborn, but to say they'd threaten the lives of other races, I don't believe it. Just relax and breathe out the stuffiness from your chest, because soon you'll be inhaling the fresh cool breeze of the Ridge Mountains."
