Several old elves were discussing, and their voices grew louder.
An elf prisoner wearing glowing triangular shackles passed by with a lunchbox, curiously glancing over before realizing today was the election day for the Pope: "Is it already March 3rd?"
One of the wardens glanced at him, saying impatiently, "Yeah, have you finished the twenty batches of Origin of Life potions you were assigned the day before yesterday?"
"I finished, finished... about to submit them..."
"Forget it, Guramance."
Another old elf advised, "Today is a good day, let's give them a half-day off."
Meanwhile, the passing prisoner leaned closer, looking at the screen, and curiously asked, "Is this... a human Pope? When did humans have Cardinals?"
"—What, a human Pope?"
A nearby human prisoner carrying food overheard and immediately perked up, running over to join in the commotion: "Is there an amnesty? Do we get an amnesty?"