"Beat him to death!"
"Kill this double-crossing scum."
"How dare you collude with the Drow! Have you no conscience?"
"Aren't you afraid that every bottle of Alchemy Potion you sell to them could one day become their weapon against us High Elves?"
Even from a distance, as David and the others walked towards the windmill workshop situated within the Century Aroma flower fields, they could hear the High Elf, who appeared to be the Workshop Supervisor, angrily berating the elf who was already subdued, tied up, and being continuously beaten by other Alchemy Apprentices.
"Should we stop this?" David asked, hoping to seize the opportunity to intervene and, incidentally, visit the workshop.
The Silver Dragon father, believing David felt pity for the beaten elf, thought to himself, This child is just like me, too kind-hearted.
But sheer kindness cannot make one an ally of justice.
