What would the chief and his confidants be eating this time? Had they already agreed to teach the elves the Net-Catching Technique? Otherwise, why were the elves feeding them so well, while he got Prisoner Rations of bread and water every time?
The orcs who had received Prisoner Rations twice were convinced that the chief and his confidants had agreed to teach the elves the Net-Catching Technique. Those eating slightly better food must have been willing to teach, but with conditions attached, and the elves were surely still considering whether to accept.
The orcs who had received Mid-Grade Rations last time thought the elven cooks must have made a mistake and given them a better meal for nothing. Whose food had they eaten? That poor bastard must have had rotten luck.
But this time, they had not been so lucky. The elven cooks had stopped mixing up the meals. What was that fellow eating now? Perhaps roast meat and wine. After so much time, he might already have reached an agreement with the elves.
Grim's confidants could no longer smile this time. Chewing their bread and drinking their water, they could only watch enviously as the trolls and elves enjoyed a lavish dinner.
Everyone said very little over dinner this time. The elves and trolls were killing time, while the orcs were weighed down with worries.
Inside a Soundproof Barrier, an elf finished dinner, stretched, and said, "It's finally evening!"
"Yes! Finally evening!" a troll echoed.
"Can we go back after we finish our midnight snack?" a troll asked.
"Yes! A few more hours to go, so just sit tight! Once we've had our midnight snack, the job's done, and we can go back to sleep!" the elf said.
"There's a midnight snack too?" the orc asked.
"Yes! We're working