"And what happened then?" Laine asked with keen interest.
"It was a painful experience for both parties," Dugen sneered continually. "The so-called fine wine brewed by the Elves tasted like flavorless sour water to us Dwarves. The Supreme King's action of splitting open the wine barrel with an axe displeased the Elf ambassador, and then the Supreme King forced down the sour water while holding his nose in discomfort."
"Similarly, our brewed dark beer was intolerable for the Elves. That Elf spit it out halfway and only managed to choke it down. Later, someone saw the Elf vomiting for quite a while in the courtyard behind the guest room. Oh, I remember now, that ambassador was the son of the First Phoenix King, who later became the Witch King Malekith and caused the Elf schism."
"Hahahaha~" Everyone in the Dwarf bar laughed heartily: "That's why, human friends understand us better!"
