Master of crafts

With the Divinely sent companions now standing to one side you have a moment to wonder who will be next. Surprisingly, the old smith steps up. “Greetings my lord. I guess you already know how I am. But, I’m the master smith Ignar. You granted my wish though the amount of Dragonite your sitting on there is amazing.”

You glance down at your current throne and then chuckle. “Yes, yes it is I would guess that there is three to four time the usual amount of Dragonite here than usual. However, this is not the payment for your wish. If I recall correctly you wanted a Dragonfalls worth of Dragonite for your sole use. When I granted your wish I also collected and relocated your forge. When you get to it you should find a stock of fresh Dragonite for you to play around with. That will be for your use alone, while this” you rap the top flattened top of your egg. “I will be having you craft into whatever I need. Should be enough in there to keep you busy for a while.”

The master smith looks like he is both fighting to keep an erection down and not burst into tears of joy. Awkwardly he drops to a knee. “My lord I offer you my skills for as long as they may last whatever you have need of I will create.” Part of you winces as his knees pop audibly, that at least you can fix. With thought you activate Imortality and regeneration. “Rise Ignar, and know I will always value the skills of a master in their craft. Though maybe you can traine an apprentice or three to help handle the less interesting yet necessary work.”

You timed the activation of the spells so they take effect as Ignar stands. In contrast to when he took a knee his joints now flex without noise, he rises without struggle the old dwarfs white hair shifting to grey with flecks of black, his beard is still white though. When he is standing he pauses. Then lifts his hands and check’s himself quickly. You can’t help but grin “remember Ignar, as long as your skills last.” The shocked master smith nods in shock. That last surprise may have been one to many.

As he steps back the old mage you hade been keeping track of stepped forward leaning on what looked like a relatively plane staff. To your magic senses however the thing glowed like a bar of the sun, wow he had all kinds of things tied up in that.

“Greetings dragon lord, I am Bonius the Archmage. I am curious, will I be teaching one of the fine ladies here, or yourself? I confess to a great curiosity for within you I sense a power that is unlike anything I have ever seen before.”

Well can’t criticize him for being observant. You definitely needed his expertise and experience to help you rapidly improve as a magic user and maybe even develop level 4 versions of you innate spells. However, such a powerful mage had not gotten where they were by being a pushover. So, you decide to see if you could change the dynamic between you two to make life a little easier.

“I appreciate your forthright words. However, I sense a particular hunger in you beyond a hunger to impart your knowledge. I offer to work with you so we do not come into conflict over our respective appetites.” You glance over to the sulking former Varnax. Bonius looks in consideration at the morphed Scalespawn. He then glances at The rejuvenated Ignar. “Eh, wouldn’t be the strangest thing I’ve ever done.” Ok note to self mages get up to some kinky stuff.

“Very well then, we will work on the ritual later and get you set up. I name you my arcane minister we will also work on your duties later.” As he steppes back you activate Imortality just to be safe, can’t have the old goat having a stroke or heart attack out of the blue.