"Don't get excited, Mr. Dwarf, take it slow..."
"I eventually became the victor of the Duel Arena and gained my freedom. It was an incredibly lucky thing. But I lost a leg in the process. I simply had no way to leave the Underworld governed by the Dark Elf. So I was forced to stay and opened a hotel, and Zilvra is one of the partners in this hotel."
"Partner? What does she want with these hotels?"
"No, you don't understand the rules of the Underworld. Only a hotel with the backing of the Dark Elf or a particular lineage can survive in this world where the weak are prey to the strong. Miss Zilvra, she doesn't care about the little money earned from the hotel; she just wants to attach the emblem of the First Family to these establishments so we can survive. You know, in Ratris City, all the shops owned by non-Underworld races are her partners."
"What does that say?"
