"Indeed, Lord Little Fat Dragon, all of us Honey Elves possess the ability to sense each other intrinsically; by concentrating, everyone can grasp my thoughts," Lofty said as she gathered all lines into a point and flicked them lightly, sending the invisible waves spreading out.
Negris scowled, "Just call me Negris, what's with all this 'Little Fat Dragon'? That's really rude." Then he asked again, "Is that it?"
"Yes, Lord Negris, now we just wait for everyone's response," Lofty replied.
"How long will the response take? We don't have time to hang around here. If they wish to serve the God of Tree, can they make their way to the shelter by themselves?" Anthony asked.
Lofty nodded, "That's possible, although it's dangerous. We Honey Elves aren't much when it comes to fighting, but for the God of Tree, we aren't afraid to die."
