Draco took a keen interest in the subject, which reeked of mystery. Of course, he suspected that if he’d asked Leopold about them, he’d have learnt the full history of the underworld. The halfling would probably have been more than happy to tell him everything, too. For now, however, the place remained a mystery. ‘You have my attention.’
‘Well, that won’t be much use.’ James gave a short laugh. ‘Xalveth is merely a fraction of what lies beneath the ground. No one really has a clue where the tunnels lead, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say led. Many have collapsed, and those that haven’t are in danger of doing so very soon. There are tales of daredevils who ventured into the deeper regions of Ilvien.‘ Draco flinched at the word, which had cropped up several times in ancient books of magic and originated from an old Atlantean dialect. According to the dictionary definition, it meant Place of Rest or Final Destination. Not exactly encouraging for exploration. ‘It is also said that another, older city lies buried beneath Atlantis. I also heard someone in a bar talking about grotesque creatures wandering the dark corridors.’ This time, James’s eyes burned with pure curiosity. It turned out that, apart from his work in the smithy, there was something else that had caught his attention.
‘Golems, constructs and creatures summoned centuries ago.’ Matheo’s voice made them both jump. The towering blacksmith stood at the top of the stairs, looking at his apprentice with a certain weariness. ‘I thought you were taking a while to come back, so I was about to go and fetch you, but I see you’re keeping the guest company.’ The giant smiled gently. ‘Hello, Draco.’
‘Good morning.’ The dragon was indeed delighted to see the blacksmith. ‘I hope I’m not intruding.’
‘Not at all, come in.’ Matheo stepped aside, clearing the entrance. ‘We’re actually on a break. We’ve managed to get through most of the orders, and for the rest we’re waiting for the raw materials. Luckily, we don’t have any new ones either.’ He breathed a
