"Hahaha," the tall dwarf laughed out loud, "Little Fat Dragon, you find it difficult to drink too, don't you? It's like swill, even the kobolds won't drink it."
Negris eyeballed his stained beard and the broken jar on the ground: Kobolds won't drink it, you drank it all, what's that about?
"Eh? Are you of the Thunder lineage? A Cave Titan?" Negris noticed something off about the big dwarf.
"Well, Little Yellow Dragon, you have quite an eye, recognizing me just like that? You're the first to recognize us at a glance, these stupid humans always mistake us for large dwarfs. Nice, I'll invite you for a drink when we have time." The Cave Titan slapped his chest and said loudly. For him, offering a drink was the highest form of respect.
Negris's eyes flickered and he immediately said, "No need to wait, I'll treat you to a drink now, hold on."
As the Little Yellow Dragon flew away, Bamos got anxious: What did he mean? Is he ignoring that I exist?