As he sat down, he happened to see Orelia looking at him gratefully. The somewhat shy girl stood up and, following Colin's lead, said, "Orelia, a Cultivator from the Monastery."
"Dorn, a Dwarf from the sewers."
The Dwarf also stood up and offered a perfunctory introduction, his tone conveying a sense of 'not wanting to bother with these little brats'.
After the Dwarf finished speaking, the atmosphere grew cold again.
The members of the several teams sized each other up. The old nobility, the new nobility, and social outcasts like Colin and his group—these three factions had absolutely nothing to talk about.
The Paladins looked like they wanted to speak, but as Foreigners, they didn't really know what to say either.
Bored, Colin glanced over at Asvir's seat.
He suddenly noticed an interesting little detail.
