"You know that we the elves hated those who eat meat, don't dirty my Elven Priest's eyes with your venison mean. Go sit somewhere to eat."
Maroch was dazed for a moment. He didn't expect the Elven King would tell him to leave because he looked disgusting when eating meat. Maroch looked down and nodded politely, "Pardon my insensitivity, Your Majesty."
Maroch took his venison meat and hid behind a tree to eat his breakfast.
King Elduin sighed in relief and asked, "Big Ero, why didn't you tell him to leave? At least you should've woke me up earlier, so I can protect you from seeing something bad like that."
Priest Erolith frowned towards Elduin, "I am the one who asks him to eat with me. Don't you see that he is eating his breakfast? Elduin, you are the Elven King. You should know that the beastmen have their own traditions, including their diet. We cannot force our view upon other creature."
