Nalant nodded, not doubting whether the oath was reliable.
Bessie was also a Daughter of Luck, so even without him saying it, White should understand the stakes involved.
Next, Nalant gave White a few more instructions and handed him ten gold coins before letting him make the arrangements for his departure.
Such as saying farewell to Bessie. Roel had received the staff Master Muer had forged for him this morning and would set off on his return journey early tomorrow, so he did not have much time left.
"Nalant, I'll be heading back first!" Early the next morning, outside the valley of the dwarven settlement, Roel and his party were fully prepared and ready to depart as he bid Nalant farewell.
"Alright, Roel. May you have a smooth journey!" Nalant stepped forward and patted Roel on the shoulder. This fellow was the first friend he had made on the Glory Continent, and Nalant valued him greatly.
"Nalant, it's a deal. When you have time in the future, you must come to the Blue Shield Principality or the Sacred City! When that time comes, I'll definitely treat you well!" Roel hooked an arm around Nalant's shoulder and gave him a hard thump on the back. This was the most intimate etiquette between friends when meeting or parting, showing that he too regarded Nalant as a friend.
"Alright, if I have the time, I'll definitely come!"
"Mm, then I'm off!" With that, Roel did not linger. He mounted his warhorse and immediately set off with his party.
"My lord, then I'll be leaving too!" White swiftly bid Nalant farewell as well.
"Go on. Remember to return safely. Bessie is still waiting for you!" Nalant nodded.
White then looked at his granddaughter, stepped forward to hug her once more, and only then