It's not that the throaty tones were unpleasant, but when mixed into the merry melodies, they seemed distinctly out of place.
However, what were flaws in Gaven's eyes were completely natural to the Gnolls' ears, because their own speech also had throaty tones, only much shriller, not the deep resonance of a Giant Dragon, but rather a somewhat falsetto bark.
They swayed their heads and became thoroughly enraptured.
Yet the more Gaven listened to Artolia's poetry, the stranger he found the lyrics.
No matter how he heard it, it seemed like mockery, playing with a certain target.
Before Gaven could figure out what was going on, the young dragon's poetry was nearing its end, and it was time for him, the star host, to shine once more and call out loudly, "Lord Aivensa, was that pleasant to hear?"
"Pleasant."
