To be honest, ever since Bane came of age at eighty, he had never brought another male home. It was a little strange; Dwarf gatherings were usually at the pub.
'Zog is a male Dragon, a different species, so it should be fine,' Bane thought.
But speaking of pubs, he'd heard that some people in the city's pubs liked to "make friends" with members of the same sex. Objectively, he respected cultural diversity. Subjectively, he was terrified.
After that, he pretty much avoided pubs with too many Humans. It was just too freaky. He'd rather face the subterranean worms in the mines.
Sometimes he would even see those groups holding rallies and parades in the streets, seemingly to promote their ideals—something about how all works of art and literature should include elements showcasing minority groups.
That made him even more scared.
