But Zuga was no longer the Zuga who had once lived in Zul'Aman. During his time away, he had encountered far too many people and experiences he had never encountered-or even imagined-back in Zul'Aman. His outlook and knowledge had long since moved beyond his former naïveté.
Leaving aside all the other changes, simply having clean, tidy clothes was enough to make Zuga marvel at how different his life was from his days in Zul'Aman. In fact, deep down, he now looked down just a little on those of his kin there who were always filthy and barely clothed.
It was not that Zuga despised his own people. Rather, he pitied his compatriots in Zul'Aman, who never had enough food or warm clothing. He felt that the Shadowpine Trolls there ought to be able to live like this too. There really was no need to keep fighting and killing the High Elves. They had fought for hundreds, even thousands of years, but what had the Trolls of Zul'Aman gained from it?
"You could tell Vigaz was unhappy from this far away?" Fourteen knew perfectly well that Vigaz was unhappy, of course. He was simply curious about how Zuga had spotted it at such a distance.
"When that round ball Vigaz is happy, he doesn't show up like that. At the very least, he'd have a glass of wine or something in his hand, or a Goblin servant standing beside him with some fruit," Zuga said with a smile. "What did you do to him? I can feel the coldness in his gaze from here."
Fourteen stared at Zuga for a while, then suddenly sighed and said out of nowhere, "Zuga, you're lucky. You found a good master."
Zuga looked at Fourteen in bewilderment. "Fourteen, why are you suddenly saying something like