Draco walked into the atelier and immediately bumped into Florence, Angus and James. All three looked a little tired, but cheered up as soon as they saw him. They immediately started greeting each other with enthusiasm. It seemed that they had been working since the morning to repair the shop and he had already managed to see the results of their efforts. The areas where the display window and the front of the shop had previously been had been completely cleared. Gone were the overturned armour racks, scattered armour parts, wooden debris and broken glass. Now it looked like the only thing to be done before rebuilding was to tear up the damaged floor. Draco was really impressed that they had done so much in such a short time.
-Draco, my dear, have a drink.- The dragon jumped slightly when Fiora spoke up right behind him. He had not noticed her before.
-And you won't ask me.- Gizel pretended to be offended and looked with tearful eyes at the dwarf.
-Red wine with hemlock, isn't it?- The small woman said it in such a sweet tone that the dragon might have reflexively agreed to the proposed drink. Fortunately, he bit his tongue in time and looked at both women with surprise. It seemed that, despite some tension between them, they were on good terms.
-Oh, do you always spice it up like this?- The elven woman sighed theatrically.- That's why it seemed so... sulphurous.- She made a surprised face.
Draco listened to this slowly escalating exchange of words not quite sure what to think of it. He looked at Matheo, who only made a pained face.
-They have it that way.- It was strange to hear the blacksmith whispering, but it seemed to be the best possible behaviour at the moment.- It is better not to disturb them in their pinches.- He added with some fear.- We can leave them alone for now and take care of ourselves.- Matheo closed the door to the workshop and moved the bolt.
The male part of the company slowly moved away from the
