"Your Highness, it's natural to smell elf, there are elves among the enemy."
"Oh right, there are. ...Still, it seems a little strong, doesn't it? Too thick to just be a lingering scent."
"They're probably just past the wall. The scent must be drifting through the air. The enemy has definitely put up walls to buy time, and once we get there, they'll probably unload arrows on us."
"I guess... whatever. Doesn't really matter either way. We just kill everything, and that's that."
The penguin and Furcas went back to breaking through the walls, and Lune, crawling overhead through the cockatrices, aged about ten years. Lune also silently gave thanks that the enemy was a bird unit.
'When I tell Master about this later, I have to make sure to say it. That we survived because the enemy literally had bird brains.'
"Sniff, sniff, it's getting stronger somehow..."
