Elan's brow furrowed slightly in response... Very well, then. That was certainly odd, but understandable. His brow furrowed again as one of the soldiers on the castle commented.
"It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?"
"Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?"
...The look on Elan's face spoke volumes for his bewilderment. It was not entirely clear to him why what were obviously primitive people were arguing about the physics of the flight of a small bird. Though, he supposed that the soldiers did have a point.
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"It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?"
"Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?"
...The look on Elan's face spoke volumes for his bewilderment. It was not entirely clear to him why what were obviously primitive people were arguing about the physics of the flight of a small bird. Though, he supposed that the soldiers did have a point.