And he should also carefully consider when to intervene, to obtain something he desires in the Elf Kingdom...
Just then, Ed stood up and raised his glass towards the direction of Titus, loudly proclaiming: "To our honored, great ally of the Gold Dragon—Dawn's Wing Titus!"
"To Lord Titus!"
"Dawn's Wing! Dawn's Wing!"
"The Dragon of Dawn, whose claw flatted the Orcs! The Dragon of Dawn—"
The Dwarves once again shouted together, chanting Titus's name, even euphorically singing a ballad they had spontaneously created.
In such a festive atmosphere, the ordinarily staid and serious Gold Dragon appeared slightly uncomfortable, but still extended his claw, carefully gripping the wooden barrel taller than the Dwarves, and downed the strong liquor in one gulp.
"I merely did what I ought to have done. To the Dwarves, it is your bravery that has brought peace and victory to Aivendel," Titus said solemnly.
"Long live Lord Titus!"
"Praise the Gold Dragon!"
