"Noah, you really don't need to make a promise."
After leaving Ironforge, Tidel, who had been called over, had entered a state of endless chatter, making the Golden Dragon feel extremely annoyed.
"Everything has been discussed and settled, what use is telling me these things again? If you're really upset about it, you could go and snatch back my Dragon Scale from those old dwarves. I've said it, in the future, I'll only fulfill my promise when I see the Dragon Scale."
"Who knows what might happen in the future? If those gentlemen's descendants are incredibly stupid and provoke some ancient evil, will you still keep your promise and fight those troublesome monsters?"
Tidel, almost 46 years old, was deeply worried. Noah glanced at him,
"Do I look as foolish as you? If they really provoke some ancient evil, wouldn't it be enough for me to just save their lives? Why would I insist on fighting an unbeatable opponent?"
With that, Noah added angrily,
