everyone in excellent spirits, although Fiora looked as if she was anticipating some impending challenge. Matheo, on the other hand, was laughing at his best. The elf did not know what was the reason for the general contentment and decided not to pry. He simply sat comfortably beside the dragon and reached for another cup of water and juice.
-There really will be a third for the collection.- Groaned the dwarf covering her eyes with her hand.
-You're being dramatic my dear.- Gizel brushed back a strand of hair in a sweeping motion.- The boy is simply learning from good role models.
The blacksmith, hearing this remark, snorted an even louder laugh and clutched his stomach. It seemed that whatever it was about completely amused the man. The elven lady did not react to Master Vittoro's behaviour and only smiled gently. Draco, on the other hand, sat down more comfortably and watched everyone whilst wandering his gaze around the room.
-How are we going to get to Soeren anyway?- James addressed the dragon.
-I think we're not going to wriggle out of the carriage.- Draco stated.- Oscar would be terribly upset.- He added, signalling with his face his total lack of desire to anger the majordomo.
-Oh, and he'd be awfully angry.- Judged Gizel.- So would Trace. And probably Darius.- She enumerated bending her fingers.
-I understand, I understand.- The dragon raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.- But how are you going to get back?- He asked as if suddenly remembering.
-Oh, I think our dear Matheo will not allow me to return on foot.- Gizel turned to the smith who was red from laughter.
-Of course not.- Fiora warned her husband.- But you're not thinking of leaving so soon, are you? - She put her tiny hands around her mug and gazed over it at the elven mistress.- I hope you'll stay for dinner.- James' hair went all the way down as he thought someone would try to refuse a dwarf. It wouldn't end well.
-Oh, how sweet of you.- Even Gizel laVerture, about whom James had
