Even under Gizel's protective shield, it's starting to get stuffy.- James looked at the elven woman and noticed a few runes glinting faintly at her feet. She must have cast a spell to keep out the heat. James was beginning to think whether it would be useful to try and enquire her about such useful magic. Given his small mana reserve he had no chance of becoming a combat mage or scholar, but he could always use one or another simple trick.- Draco, my dear, could you help James?- The dwarf smiled as the dragon nodded vigorously.
The elf rose from the floor and leaned against the winch, and the next moment felt a strong arm supporting him. He glanced at Draco and nodded gratefully. It seemed that the mage, even in his human form, did not feel the heat of the forge at that moment. The bolt on the door squeaked and a breath of brisk, fresh air rushed into the workshop. Everyone scrambled towards the floor exit.
It wasn't until James sank into the soft upholstery that he realised they were upstairs in the guest lounge. Beside him stood Draco with a worried expression looking at the elf. It looked like the dragon had carried his friend upstairs.
-Thanks,- James muttered. A look of relief appeared on the dragon's face and Draco plopped down on the couch next to the apprentice blacksmith.- I hope I wasn't too heavy.-Added the elf in a tired voice.
-I didn't even feel it.- Laughed the dragon.
-I'm not surprised.- Angus replied, sitting down on the other side of the table.- It looked like he picked you up like a rag doll. No offence James.- He quickly added. The elf just waved his hand, perfectly aware of how it must have looked. They both smiled.
-If you took me out like that I wouldn't be offended either.- Florence plopped down next to his brother with a pained expression on his face.
-Only without being so exploitative.- The elven woman gracefully sat down on the armchair on the right.- You managed to walk out
