Arad walked out of the room, leaving Gamond and Denki arguing with Eris, trying to stop them. As he walked out and went to the tavern, he found Alcott sitting there, drinking.
"It's morning."
"What's the problem? I'm celebrating." Alcott looked at him with a smile and then turned toward the bartender, "Give him something nice."
"About what?" Arad sat beside, and Alcott grinned, pulling a red-glowing crystal orb from his pocket.
"This is a crystal orb that sucks magic like a sponge and stores it. I had it soak Tiamat's draconic magic and store it." He looked at the orb, "Now, I only need a skilled enough blacksmith to hammer that magic down into a weapon. And what you guess, Mira might be able to do it."
Arad took the orb and looked at it. Indeed, the tiny thing had a massive amount of Tiamat's draconic magic. Too much, in fact, that Arad wondered where Alcott found such a thing.
"What kind of weapon do you want to make?"
