"These poor fellows."
Tyr shook his head at the sight of the group of bears staring at the empty plates, completely taken in by Li Lin's blarney.
For this band of down-and-out Duchy Navy officers, he found it hard to feel much resentment, but nor did he pity them.
The Major of the Defense Army Headquarters rubbed his stomach, pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. It was about time for dinner...
On the stage, Tyr's boss with a high flair for performance was giving thanks to everyone involved in the transaction, "Here, I first thank the great Ros United Duchy, thank the great Tsar, thank Grand Duke Nikolayevich and Makarov..."
Li Lin practically grafted together his standard press release after winning the Olympic Games and the acceptance speech after winning the Oscar at the China Theatre, then read it out. Tyr and the Elves just found this speech amusing, but the bears were at their wits' end.
