Upon reaching the second floor of the castle, the walls were pockmarked and uneven, clearly the aftermath of last night's battle between the elves. Liszt's arrival was quickly sensed by these elves, and they began to crawl out of their boxes one after another, calling out to Liszt.
Jela seemed to know she had done wrong, lying at the edge of her box, looking pitifully at Liszt and emitting a wronged cry, "Wuwa."
Liszt ignored her and scolded sternly, "Everyone come over here and line up on this table for me."
"Gurulu."
"Wuwa."
"Jigu."
"Ula!"
The little elves flew out from their respective Worm Rooms and gathered at the table designated by Liszt, standing in line. They touched each other in a friendly manner but also glared and bared their teeth angrily. The elves varied in color and appearance, as well as in personality and temperament.
"Quiet, no one move!"