"Whatever," Bane said dismissively.
He couldn't lose face in front of the younger Dwarves.
"Why don't I see our opponents for the competition?" said the lead Elf, Antinoya.
She had delivered a classic but effective jab at the Dwarves.
Theoretically, this kind of verbal attack would not only harm Dwarves, but would also hit Gnomes and Half-Elves with splash damage. Here, however, only the Dwarves truly cared about height.
In truth, their main concern wasn't height itself, but being powerfully built.
A taller stature meant a larger frame, which in turn meant you could pack on more muscle and become stronger.
In their eyes, any race taller than a Dwarf that chose to lose weight was wasting its natural gifts.
So the Elves, who were all tall and slender, were practically "sinners of the highest order."
Thankfully, hormonal drugs hadn't been invented yet. Otherwise, this gang of Dwarves would have probably started training until their heads grew to a point.
