《The Botched Summoning》Chapter 36 – wedding gifts
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Another chapter is released, I think I have a guaranteed for this week if not then profit, This is it. As always i want to thank rouge and mejinzs for their proofreading support. and what do y’all think of weddings? as a side note my blog had this released at noonish...
without further ado, Chapter 36
———————————Fafnir POV————————-
“Bye daddy! Lily is taking me to get a new dress,” I heard through the thick haze of sleep.
“Ok dear,” I mumbled before falling back asleep. A few hours passed when a loud crash outside the door startled me awake.
“What does it take to get some peace and quiet around here,” I grumbled as I got up from the bed. I opened the door and I found the innkeeper face first on the ground.
“Are… you ok?” I asked.
“Yes, lord Fafnir, I am fine.” He quickly replied as he stood up. I closed the door and walked back to my bed. After a few minutes of trying to sleep I suddenly got up with a jolt. “Crap! I’m going to a wedding tomorrow and I don’t have a gift.” I swore. I looked out the window and realized it was almost noon. I walked over to the single desk in the room and grabbed my little sack. After staring at my gold coin for longer than I probably should have I placed it in the bag. I quickly slung the bag over my serpentine neck and walked out the door.
I exited the inn and made my way down the street. My irritation grew the as I narrowly avoided the feet of the clumsy humans around me. I dispelled the enchantment keeping me small and expanded to my normal size, causing a wave of curse words as I knocked people over. I watched people flee the area as I made my way down the, now blessedly clear, street. After a few minutes I caught the sound of clinking metal coming towards me.
“I hope Marquis Stad educated his guards on my status.” I murmured as I continued on. After a few more minute I was approached by a squad of guards dressed in armor wielding long shafted halberds.
“What do you want?” I asked as they started to surround me.
“Capn’ isn’t that the dragon that destroyed the garrison last year?” I heard one of the soldiers ask.
“Are you the dragon, Fafnir?” one of the men asked.
“Yes, I am the hero of the humans, Fafnir.” I replied in a dignified tone of voice.
“Stand down men,” the man commanded, “he will not harm us as long as we don’t provoke him.”
All the guards relaxed as they heard their commander make that proclamation. “Sir Fafnir, please permit me to escort you through the city.” The commander suggested as placed his fist over his chest.
“Sure, you may escort me, but it won’t be as you expect.” I sighed.
“Thank you lord,“ he replied as he turned around.
“Back to your posts. Dismissed” he commanded before facing me.
“Yes, Sir” they replied, and started to disperse.
“What may I help you with, Lord Dragon?” he asked looking at me; I could smell the sweat dripping off him with my overly sensitive nose.
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“I am shopping for a few things” I replied, “what is your name, by the way?”
“I am called Vagt, Lord.” he replied.
“You don’t need to be so formal Vagt.” I said,
“Yes, sir.” he quickly replied ignoring me.
“Whatever” I mumbled as I cast my shrinking spell. I chuckled at the surprised face of the guard as I hopped onto his shoulder. “Please escort me to a mason.” I said to the stunned guard.
“Certainly sir,” Vagt replied as he composed himself. He started walking down the street whit me on his shoulder, that filled with people with my disappearance. We walked for about twenty minutes at stopped at a two story stone building.
“Lord Dragon, here is the best mason in town.” Vagt said as he looked at me. I jumped off his shoulder and dispelled the size enchantment. I open the door with my tail and walked in.
“Welcome, I will be with you in a moment.” A woman said hunched over a desk, not bothering to look up.
“Take your time.” I replied waiting for her to look up.
“Oh goddess!” she streaked when she noticed me. I heard Vagt swear outside and burst into the room.
I burst out laughing. “That never gets old.” I laughed.
She stopped screaming and paused to stare at me. Finally, looking at the guard captain, she calmed down.
“Sorry, but maybe this should be a lesson to look before you speak.” I said as I calmed down.
“On to business, I need a large block of a nicer stone.”
“What do you mean by ‘nice stone?’” she replied, all trace of shock gone.
“I was thinking of obsidian, if you don’t have that… nice quartz would also work for what I have in mind. It need not be in one piece.” I replied.
“I am not familiar with those types of stone… could you describe them?” she replied while she pulled a leather bound book from a shelf behind her desk.
“The obsidian is a black glass like stone, found near a mountain that shoots out fire. Quartz is a crystal like rock that is usually milky white though there are other colors.” I explained.
“I have heard of the first one but I heard it called obsius, but I don’t have any as it is worthless in building. The second sounds like kruos, is it hard like ice?” she asked
“Yep that’s it, do you have block the size of a long sword?” I replied.
“Not in one piece, I have several smaller blocks that we use in a type of gilding.” She replied.
“I will take it.” I said excited with what I was going to make, “do you also have some workable clay?”
“I don’t have any handy that I can sell, though there is a potter that I deal with that will give you a fair trade.” She replied before walking into the back room. She returned after a few minutes carrying a sack with the quartz inside. She placed the bag on the counter and took a few out. “So for the quartz it will be one silver.” She said showing me the quartz.
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“They are in rather small pieces…” I said examining the quarts, “I think 80 copper would be a fair price considering the extra work that it will require.”
“It is at least 95 copper, there are very few people who just sell their materials.” She replied with a smile on her face.
“Quartz is a common rock at most I would consider 90 copper.” I replied staring at the woman.
“Though it hurts to sell at a low price, 90 copper is enough that I don’t lose money.” She said.
I handed over a silver coin from my little pouch and she handed me the change. I grabbed the sack and I tied it to one of my crystalline spines. “Where is the potter you mentioned, by the way?” I said after securing the crystals.”
“It is down the street, tell Dyst, that ‘Terror’ sent ya and he’ll treat you right.” She said as we left the building. I headed to the potter the guard continued to escort me through the town. After a half of a kilometer, we arrived at a small compound at the edge of the city. I could see a man hunched over a large stone structure.
“Are you Dyst?” I called out.
“Ya, what you need?” he asked, while placing some pots in the stone furnace.
“Don’t freak out when you look up.” Vagt interrupted,
“Why would I fr…” he said as he looked up and beheld my draconic form in it full glory. “Dear goddess,” he swore, but quickly calmed himself.
“I was told to tell you that ‘Terror sent me’ and you would be able to sell me some clay.”
“That witch,” I heard him swear under his breath.
“Do you have clay I could buy?” I asked, ignoring the man’s comment.
“What do you need clay for?” the man asked.
“I need enough to make a few things.” I replied.
“Well seeing you were recommended, I don’t see why not. How much do you need?” he asked as he beckoned us to follow him.
“I need about… 30 pounds.” I replied.
“And how much is that?” he asked while looking at me.
“I need enough to encase a long sword and a kite shield.” I sighed.
“Ok. I will get you enough.” He replied as he entered one of the compounds sheds.
He returned with about 25lb of clay. “Since, ‘Terror’ sent you I can give you all this for about ten copper.” He said holding the large brick of raw clay.
“Sounds good,” I replied handing over the coins.
“Since you’re going to follow me around anyway make yourself useful.” I to Vagt, I took the block and handed it to the guard. “The last stop is a carpenter.” I said to the guard, “where is the closest one?” I asked the guard.
“There should be one down the street, though why you need all this stuff is beyond me.” he sighed.
“I’m making a gift for the soon to be happy couple.” I replied as we headed down the street.
We made our through the seemly deserted streets, until we came to a large barn like structure. After scaring another skilled craftsman, I obtained two wooden frames and headed back to the inn.
“Daddy!” I heard a familiar squeal as the guard opened the door for me to the room.
“Hello, Azazel.” I huffed as she ran and grabbed my leg.
“Have fun terrorizing the town?” Lilith asked as she got up from the desk, hiding some sort of bottle.
“I got what I needed to make the present for the wedding tomorrow.” I replied as I removed the sack of quartz from my spines.
“You can go, Vagt; I don’t plan on scaring the civilians any more today.” I chuckled to the guard.
“I understand. If you do desire to go about please inform one of the guards so that we may protect you.” he said before he left.
“So I see wood, some sort of rock, and clay… what dubious gift are you going to give to the unfortunate couple.” she asked looking over my materials.
“Guess.” I replied as I started to lay out my materials.
“Ooo, I know it’s shinny stuff for their hoard,” Azazel declared.
“Close,” I replied as I laid out the two wooden frames, “I am going to make them useless wall art and make up a story about how it’s an ancient treasure.
“You’re kidding…” Lilith gasped.
“Nope, spent about two silvers for the materials, and it will take a couple of hours of work.” I replied.
Over the next several hours I cast, using my draconic breath, a crystalline sword and a crystalline shield. Both of the weapons had blue spider like veins that ran through their entire structure.
“It is finished!” I exclaimed as I finished polishing the crystalline shield.
“Can I see daddy?” Azazel asked as she jumped from the corner where she was playing with the leftover clay.
“Sure,” I replied as she ran over.
“It’s so shiny.” she replied staring at the sword and shield.
“And that is probably its only good quality.” Lilith said as she looked at the equipment.
“It’s good enough for a wedding.” I replied, “How about we get dinner, as I am almost ready for bed.”
“I don’t wanna go to bed.” Azazel wined.
“We have a big day tomorrow, and you need your rest…” I said as I headed towards the door. As Lilith exited, I caught a strangely familiar smell from the nephilim.
“Is that… vodka I smell?” I asked as I sniffed.
“No” Lilith quickly replied as she walked down the hall in a hurry.
“Whatever. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.” I mused as I headed downstairs to eat.
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