Milor, having been glared at, sheepishly greeted the middle-aged giant. "Hi, Dad! How was your day? Ah, I haven't seen you for a whole day, and I've already started to miss you."
"Good? You little brat, you've got the nerve to say that? As long as you don't make me angry for one day, I'll be thanking the heavens! Milor, can't you make us worry a little less? You're nearly a hundred years old already—why are you still so immature?" As he spoke, he grabbed Milor by the ear and hauled him in front of him.
"You sneaked out today. If your mother finds out, do you think I'll have an easy time of it?" Milor's father lectured his son in a pained, exasperated tone.
"Enough, Dad. If you want to lecture Milor, do it when we get home. We have a more urgent problem to deal with now." Loris spoke seriously to her father, Lotric Himley, captain of the Cloudtop City guard.
"Milor encountered a White Dragon not far from Cloudtop City. We must act immediately, or that White Dragon may threaten Cloudtop City's safety."
"A White Dragon?" Upon hearing his daughter's report, Lotric released Milor's ear and looked sternly at his son. "Milor, did you really encounter a White Dragon?"
"It's true. That White Dragon even injured me. If Solam hadn't saved me, I might really not have made it back." Milor rubbed his ear as he spoke with a completely serious expression.
"You were injured too? That human warrior saved you?" Lotric had noticed Solam long ago. After all, Cloudtop had not had an outsider visit in a very, very long time.
"Dad, you got it wrong. Solam isn't human. He's a half-orc." Milor proudly pointed out his father's mistake.
"A half-orc?" Lotric frowned as he looked