Beyond Disbelief

Savant Freud looks down at the underling grovelling at his feet.
“How many of them died fighting the Trolls?”
The trembling Derro mumbles into his tangled beard; “One my Potentate, but she got better.”
“I see. Well how many fell against the lesser Huloms?”
“Er…none.”
“What? Tell me they lost a few when facing our Derro archers?”
“Actually no.”
The leader of the Derro stands up and whispers to himself; “Who are these guys?”.