Jirawut, Ingird, and Hildirid pass through the forest. They want to arrive at the village near their house.
"Hildirid can I ask you something?" Ingirid asked.
"Sure," Hildirid replied.
"why do you want to marry Jirawut easily?"
"I don't know, I just feel like it," Hildirid answered. "Because I love him,"
"That's a beautiful reason," Ingirid chimed in, smiling warmly at Hildirid. "Love is a powerful force that can guide us in unexpected ways."
As they continued through the forest, the air became infused with the scent of pine and the soft rustle of leaves beneath their feet. The path led them deeper into the heart of the woods, where the village awaited with its bustling life and welcoming warmth.
Jirawut, intrigued by Hildirid's choice, continued the conversation. "What made you decide to join our quest for building an empire? It's not a simple task, and your skills as a warrior and a magic user could lead you to many paths."
