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Rex woke feeling refreshed. Gazing up at the sky, he lounged in a reclining chair, picked up a glass of milk, and took a small sip.
"Your Highness." Orys bowed.
Rex glanced at Orys, who looked very different from his elder brother. Osborne was meticulous in everything he did, and his expression was always stern. To be precise, he had a face like a corpse. Orys, however, had thick brows and large eyes that gave him an honest look, and a good-natured smile often hung on his face. Rex waved a hand. "Bring him in."
Orys's appearance here meant that the Frost Dwarf had arrived.
Rex had slept for more than three full days. The Frost Dwarf had been in Gilneas for three days, in an unfamiliar land, with matters he needed to discuss with Rex weighing on his mind. How could he not be anxious? As soon as he heard that Rex had awakened, he came over.
When Rex saw the Frost Dwarf again, his appearance had changed somewhat. Every so often, he wiped sweat from his forehead. The warm breeze that Rex found comfortable felt hot to the Frost Dwarf.
Accustomed to bitter cold, the Frost Dwarf found Gilneas's weather difficult to bear.
"Sit." Rex invited the Frost Dwarf to take a seat, then instructed Orys, "Go make the preparations. I'm going to host a feast for my honored guest."
Orys nodded in acknowledgment, then turned and left to make the preparations.
"Your Highness." The Frost Dwarf sounded much more polite and considerably more reserved than he had in Northrend.
"Judging by your appearance, you haven't adjusted to living here. The weather is still a little too hot for you." Rex shook his