bowed.
-It's a pleasure to meet you too, young man.- The smile on the man's face was extremely warm and friendly, but to the dragon it was not sincere. His hazel eyes remained expressionless, as if he were coldly calculating something the whole time.
-How do you like the ball, General?- Gizel chirped sweetly.
-I haven't been to such a wonderful party in a long time.- Leigher turned to the elf.- I get the impression that most of the preparations fell on the duchess. Your highness's taste can be seen from afar.
-Unfortunately, today I must give that compliment to someone else.- Draco had never seen such a lively and emotional expression before. He felt like applauding the performing diva. - Much of this is thanks to Fiora Vittoro, isn’t it, my dear? - Everyone turned towards the centre of the dance floor.
A dwarf woman was walking towards them with her husband, James, and two maids in brown and grey dresses. The woman was wearing a flowing brown and silver dress with many silver decorations. Her husband had somehow managed to put on an elegant frock coat in the same colours as his wife's outfit. As far as the dragon was concerned, the blacksmith looked, to put it mildly, strange. His large, imposing figure seemed completely out of place in the perfectly tailored outfit. James, on the other hand, dressed identically to his master, looked just right.
-I'm glad to hear that you like it, General.- Fiora smiled broadly. -We both worked very hard, so every word of praise is doubly appreciated.
-Madame Vittoro, I'm glad I could please you.
-I thought you weren't going to make it.- It was clear that the giant was having trouble keeping his composure and limiting his gestures.
-I'm sorry, Matheo, but our errands took longer than I expected.- Bleist seemed calmed by his friend's presence.
-Busy as usual.- Something in the general's tone made the dragon's hair stand on end.
-I've been saying for a long time that Darius is a workaholic.- Gizel spoke before the man could say anything else.- He
