Chapter 17: Diplomacy

Before they fell asleep last night, Temujin had asked Aki if she wanted a piece of dragon scale, or all of them, to fashion into armor. Dragon scales were highly prized material because they were impervious to a lot of things, even fire, as their recently concluded battle had just proven. Aki answered in the negative. Ciconi Slayers disliked any form of heavy protection and preferred to rely more on teleportation or speed to evade attacks.

“Forgive my ignorance, Lord Temujin,” Mr. Olsson said after a star-struck gasp, “but are these lovely cut glass bowls from the renowned glassmakers of the Vulcanus Clan? They’re curiously shallow but no less expressive than a chawan cup. Dare I say you’re exceedingly generous to even consider offering these beauties as a warming gift to me?”

“Forget it,” Temujin harrumphed and put the scales back inside his jacket, away from Mr. Olsson’s reaching fingers.

Before the town master could barrage them with more grand oration or another out-of-this-wor