said, glancing at her sons.
The young men momentarily straightened up glancing at Draco with interest and Darius with slight amusement. They both looked very much like each other, in fact indistinguishable if you disregarded their outfits. Identical square faces, with gentle half-smiles and sharp dark blue eyes seemed to exude a relaxed and friendly attitude. Both also had short cut graphite hair.
-I am Angus Vittoro.- Said the one wearing an embroidered dragon tunic with a thin belt, on which hung a dagger and several ampoules of variously coloured liquids. An alchemist from Dagos. It flashed through Draco's mind.
-Florence Vittoro.- The one in the thick jacked with metal ornaments and a cutlass at his belt bowed slightly.
Darius merely nodded to them with a glance at how they were dressed. Draco surreptitiously glanced at his master, who nodded imperceptibly.
-My name is Draco Ignis.- He bowed gently.-It's a pleasure to meet you.- He smiled looking them boldly in the eyes.
James entered the floor just as Master Matheo's sons were eye-measuring each other with the young mage. It seemed that they had just introduced themselves to each other and were now trying to assess the other.
-Come on, come on.- The giant blacksmith stood between them throwing them brief glances, to which they responded with smiles that looked less artificial than the ones before.-Come on quicker or your mother will call you names.- He murmured patting his sons on the shoulders.-Please come to the room.- He added looking at his guests.
They all went inside and sat down at a long table occupying almost the entire room. At the top sat Master Vittoro, to his left his wife and sons, and to his right the older of the mages and his apprentice. James took his place next to the brothers.
As Master Vittoro's disciple, he was not treated as an employee, but as part of the family, and as he was the youngest he took his place at the end of the table. James looked curiously at the guests. He was still intrigued by the boy in the
