Looking at the joint petition of his central ministers, the Old Emperor glanced silently at the wise men in the hall: "Wouldn't the Four Islands be too shabby?"
The old man meant no harm; he just thought that the Four Islands really didn't match Mr. Durin—his eldest grandson wrote back to tell this old man that there's hardly any good land on the Four Islands. The old ruins are everywhere, there's not even a living thing, not even mice unless they're mechanical.
The army, to avoid being encircled by various mechanical animals, advanced very slowly.
So, in his eyes, the Four Islands really shouldn't be given as a reward to let the young lad Durin have it.
"Your Majesty, this is currently the only choice," responded Master Pang from the floor.
"What about the Northern Land? I remember it's vast, much bigger than that bathtub of the Four Islands, isn't it?" asked the Old Emperor.
