"Ha ha ha, truly exhilarating, now I want to see what kind of faces those stick-like Elves will make."
"What else could it be, if not complaints? What else are they gonna do? I just wish they'd get wiped out sooner, maybe we could even capture some of those ugly broads and turn them into slaves."
"If you say they're ugly, why capture them? Aren't you afraid they'll be an eyesore?"
The burly Beastmen prefer women who are just as broad-shouldered and stout, ideally with some fur and sharp teeth. As for the Elves, they can't stand them; they're simply not up to their aesthetic standards.
"Ugly, yes, but they are powerful, you know. Don't they have, what's the word, collectible value?"
The Beastmen raised their cups in celebration, the atmosphere was heated. But just at that moment, a messenger suddenly ran over.
"Disaster has struck, and it's a big one."
"Damn it, can't you see we're having a feast here? You come to dampen spirits at a time like this?"
