Draco was playing at by saying one thing and then another. It didn't make sense.-You
said...
-He said he could tell he knew.-Darius was smiling in his corner looking at them.- And he said he would help.
-So he has to go for them himself.-The blacksmith did not look happy, but did not oppose, just nodded a few times.
-I don't have to.-The boy looked at the big man tilting his head slightly. There was a smile wandering across his face that James had seen much earlier when Matheo and Bleist had argued at the entrance of the shop. The elf knew immediately that the whole exchange of words was amusing the boy, and that the finale would surprise everyone.
-Impossible!-threw Florence looking at his pale brother, who was shifting his gaze between the two mages.
-Maybe they inherited their abilities from you, but their intelligence from their mother.-Threw a suddenly amused Bleist.
-No...- Florence bulged his eyes not knowing on whom to keep his gaze.
-Okay, enough.- Matheo lost his usual patience. James didn't blame him at all. That's enough sensations for one day. He thought looking at the wizard and making a face that was supposed to say that they were already at their limit.-Will someone explain this to me?- The giant asked looking at everyone in turn.
-But what, darling?- Fiora suddenly appeared in the entrance of the workshop wiping her hands in a soiled rag.-Has something happened?
-I don't know anymore,- Matheo chuckled turning towards his wife.-First they say they know someone who can help with the tempering of the fire armour, then that they can start right away, and finally that nobody needs to be sent anywhere, or even go.-He shook his head shaking his gaze between the mages.-Oh, they're all the same,- he muttered accusingly.
-Maybe you weren't listening properly again?-The dwarven woman asked calmly.-I can tell by the looks on our sons' faces that something was said quite clearly after all, my dear.
James didn't know what the brothers had come up with, but he was sure it was rather something that couldn't
