" Who the hell are you old man, what are doing with boss's scale, put it down!" White shouted.
The short man ignored her, he looked up at Bed towering far above him. " This yours brat?
Oh, I see, a divine dragon, good good good good, give me a few thousand of you scales boy.
I'll pay you handsomely, I'll even make a custom weapon for you, what do you want a.."
He paused, before Bed could react, the short man was already standing on his wings.
" My my what is this? It's a wing, a normal wing but it's also not, did you fuse your wings with a divine weapon?
These look very similar to the wings of a Garuda, interesting, interesting indeed, tell be boy, who forged these?
The crafter is a sloppy amateur but to craft a divine weapon is a sigh of talent, tell me where you got this."
Ved didn't know what so say, this old man kept blabbering on and on none stop. He flapped his wings to throw him off.
