This time, it really is time to leave.
Gawain glanced at the refreshments and drinks laid out on the round table in front of him and said with a genuine smile, "I think I'll miss this 'Reflection'—it's one of my best experiences in Talronde."
The Dragon God looked deeply at Gawain: "It seems... it's a flavor you haven't tasted since you arrived in this world."
"I once tried to have someone make something similar, but ultimately it was unsuccessful," Gawain chuckled. Only before this god, who understood many things, could he talk about such matters freely. He glanced again at the oak cup on the table with a somewhat regretful expression, "The pity is, something like 'Reflection'... ultimately cannot be recreated by human hands."
The Dragon God was somewhat curious: "…Do Wanderers from the Outer Realm also get homesick?"
"Occasionally—although I can't quite remember what my home planet looks like anymore."
…
"My lord, they have left Talronde."
