"He is a guard captain! Scary but alright."
"What?"
The Tigress, Freya, looked at the dwarves, not really believing them. She did not believe they had ever been away from the valley at all, in fact, even if they kept saying otherwise.
The cubs of each race tended to have wild imaginations. Well, if they were free, that was. Her youth as a slave was naturally different. She was too busy surviving to even imagine anything.
This was what she (and the others) believed until the dwarves started getting detailed about their stories.
"Hmnn, he was really big, bigger than you!" one said, pointing at Freya.
"Only him, the other two half-orcs I saw in that bee-di-o, are just a bit bigger than Nana."
"They're all guards they said. Their uniforms are so cool!"
While the three of them were pitifully tied up back then, there were plenty of terrans who gossiped with them, whipping up their phones, and showing off some of their stored images and videos.
