"Didn't you read the report from our ambassador to the Empire in Marienburg a while ago?" Tyrion asked in puzzlement.
Although Ulthuan was divided into several Elf kingdoms, for the most part they were united. The ambassador to the Empire in Marienburg was therefore jointly managed by all the kingdoms.
Of course, the reports were sent out in several copies.
It was just a routine magical communication, nothing difficult or complicated.
The ambassador to the Empire in Marienburg even had a very leisurely post. More importantly, there was plenty of opportunity for graft. All he had to do each day was look down his nose at those humans.
However, Lin Yun's Bloodaxe Tribe was a Greenskin army, and because of Ulthuan's humiliation a "short while" ago—
Well, to the High Elves, it really had been a short while ago.
In any case, they were wary of the Greenskins.
"Regarding the humans in the Empire supposedly taming Greenskins, I remain skeptical. But clearly, if a ship larger than our Dragon Ships really was built by Greenskins, then according to our research, only that ugly, fat Greenskin would be capable of uniting them well enough to accomplish something like that." Although the High Elves were arrogant, some of them were quite reasonable, especially those in the military.
"After all, he did kill Red Eye in the champions' duel. Someone like that might be capable of it." Tyrion might have been called Tyrion the Sun-Drake, but that referred to his fighting prowess. In person, he was still refined and mild-mannered. Probably.
Of course, if Lin Yun hadn't achieved such a feat, Tyrion would likely have been just like any other High Elf, looking down his nose at everyone...
"You mean that Khorne's Chosen Champion?" Red Eye had never invaded Ulthuan, but the Norscans—or,