it. But now Draco was left on his own with the sons of the blacksmith and his apprentice, which did not help him relax at all. He didn't quite know how to behave now. Whereas he had been tense during lunch, he was even more nervous now.
-Why don't we start with the workshop? -Threw Angus rubbing his chin in thought. -We'll show you the different types of armour and take the measure for the chosen model. -He spoke like a professional fully devoted to his craft.
-Wouldn't it be better to look at the gems of our father's collection first?- Florence took up the subject without even looking at his brother, much less at Draco. He looked just as committed as Angus, but if his brother reflected the dragon's straightforwardness, he, with his attitude, more represented the dwarven approach to business.-Maybe you will find something suitable there?
-I haven't looked into that collection for a long time, so I have no idea what's there.- Angus murmured in reply.-At any rate, it's better to show merchandise you know something about.
-Father always described all the armours.- Florence mused for a moment, trying to remember something, but not too successfully.
-Maybe I can help.- James spoke up suddenly. He didn't look as confident as the brothers, but despite this he tried to act like someone well versed in the subject.-I recently worked with the master to catalogue all the armour.-He said cautiously.
The brothers looked at each other and wordlessly nodded their heads in silent agreement. They understood each other without a word and did not have to wonder what the other was thinking.
-Then you have room for manoeuvre.- Angus glanced at the elf with a slight smile.-We will see if you can do that.- He didn't say it with a sneer or malice, but as if he was really curious what James would be able to say about the new models of armour prepared by their father.
Draco didn't speak, watching them carefully and trying to follow the flow of the conversation. He also didn't want to be rude
