Queen Roline of the Spider Elves was a bit surprised. She was in the middle of discussing grand plans with Zog, fantasizing about the glorious prospect of musically crushing those sunbathing-addicted Elves.
For the past two hours, all of the clan's best singers had taken the stage. And while Zog had selected a few, his expression made it clear he wasn't particularly satisfied.
'Hmph, damn this stubborn pride of mine!'
'Zog could look down on us Zor for being weak, and that was fine. We couldn't beat him in a fight, after all.'
'But that look on his face screamed, "So the Zor's singing is nothing special after all."'
'Now *that* was something they needed to talk about.'
'Does he even have ears?'
'Does he know anything about music?'
Just as she was racking her brains for a way to prove the Zor's musical prowess, a child rushed out from the audience.
As the leader of a clan with a notoriously low birth rate, she had always been tolerant of children.
