looked at the steel cover again.- The last dragon who worked with us had trouble lifting it, and you lifted it with one paw.- The elf shook his head.- Astonishing.
-Angus, if anything, you are to remind me not to arm-wrestle with him.- Florence held his brother's arm.
-And vice versa.-The other twin merely nodded.- Well, why don't we stop staring?- He added as he watched Draco rub his paws together uncertainly.
-But it wasn't that heavy,- the dragon mourned. He suspected that if he turned human now, he would burn a blush, so he was grateful that the scales hid such reactions.- So... the other one as well?- He asked hesitantly.
-The other one too, if you could.- Matheo grunted pulling his gaze away from Draco and walked over to a table at the side of the workshop. He began to prepare something.
The brothers and James watched as Draco set about the second plate. Now that he had removed the first, he could look inside. The entire well was filled with a blue and slightly murky liquid, in which the snow-white runes carved on the walls and bottom glistened. Only now, too, did he realise why the defences were so solid. The chill in the well and probably the unpleasant cold beating off the inner surface of the slabs would instantly cause frostbite in humans. And most other races. Only dragons and a few ice creatures could easily approach something like this. Draco grabbed the other plate from the side and picked it up, being careful not to accidentally drop it into the tank. Even so, he had no intention of fishing it out, as even he was starting to get cold from holding the steel lid. Without further ado, he put the plate down next to the previous one and looked around the forge. Matheo with his sons and his apprentice were tinkering with something on a table at the side, so he approached them. He changed into his human form so as not to disturb them with his figure alone. He hadn't paid much attention to
