That same night, the Ironfell castle buzzed with life, the celebrations had begun.
There were musical dao cultivators playing songs on their instruments all over the castle, the halls weee lit up completely and there was a great feast for all to eat.
The Patriarch and Matriarch had already announced that there would be an arrival of a new Ironfell and people from far and wide had come to celebrate.
"For the baby." Said yet another noble as he bowed, presenting a gift to Elena, all in all, she had received more gifts than she could count, as she wasn't in any particular need of anything, she would wait to open them in her convenience.
Rhoarin shook the man's hand and he was on his way. There was a long line of people waiting to either congratulate them, or give them gifts, Elena was already beginning to tire out, but this was Rhoarin's tradition, he had been doing this from a young age.
