like a glove. It's as if it was custom made.-He said assessing the mage's build once more.-The only problem is the tempering....
-No...I...- Draco didn't know who he should look at.
-Problem with tempering?- Bleist spoke up suddenly. James looked at the wizard, who was watching them with a half-smile on his face.-This is not what I expected Matheo.
-Everyone faces problems.- The smith muttered.-I just can't seem to find a dragon that can heat metal properly, on top of that seven times in a row.-He rubbed his forehead with a massive hand.-Maybe if I ask Hugo to look around....
-You'd better not.- Said Darius cautiously with a slightly tart face.-If the Council hears the words favour and Atlantis in the same sentence again they might be furious.- He tilted his head as if pondering something.-But there might be a way around it...- He dragged the phrase and hung it in the air.-Your choice.- He added leaning over the report and looking at no one.
James didn't know what method the mage was talking about, but he was sure Matheo wouldn't say no if there was a chance to complete one of his most valuable creations. Especially since the elf was able to tell from the smith's face that he had already decided to give the armour to the young mage as a token of gratitude for his help.
-Speak.- Master Vittoro had hit his element. His eyes shone with passion and excitement. He straightened his shoulders, propped himself up by his sides and fixed his gaze on his friend.-If there is a way to complete it I am ready to accept any challenge.-He announced loudly and firmly. He had made a decision that he had no desire to back down from.
-Are you sure?- Draco asked looking at Bleist with raised eyebrows. He paid no attention to the large blacksmith's words, just as his master seemed not to be listening to his friend.
-I said that it is your decision.- Darius flipped the last page and put the report aside.-We already talked about it.- He stated calmly.
