while holding hands. Suddenly Draco reddened more than before and handed her a small box mumbling something strangely in an uncertain voice. When she opened it she saw a gold ribbon embroidered in beautiful patterns. She had once seen it on display at one of the fashion stores on the Royal Track. She didn't know what to say, so she just kissed him on the cheek and he turned quite red, but was smiling like never before. Then for the first time she saw happiness and warmth in his eyes.
She gently placed the ribbon next to her, and looked affectionately at her small collection of treasures and pulled a small figurine of a horse at a gallop out of her pocket. She took another look at it. It looked as if it had once really been a living animal, and yet she knew that Draco had shaped it by melting some metal parts and encasing them in a form created from that golden energy. As he gave it to her she saw once again in his eyes the same thing she had seen under the dragon bush a few years before.
She carefully put all her treasures into the casket and closed it. Later, she carefully slipped it under her bed and went to sleep with a smile on her face.
Bleist cursed his own stupidity and the fact that he had agreed to Othis' plan. He shook his head as he looked at the small inn in the middle of literally nothing. He stood in the middle of the road, and was surrounded by golden fields of grain, the monotony of which was only interrupted by a river flowing a few dozen metres away.
He shook his head and moved, with mixed feelings, towards the entrance over which hung a sign from which all the paint had long since come off, leaving only a few dark spots. With a sour face, he stepped inside and looked around the rather large room. Behind the hammock stood a middle-aged man dressed in a white linen shirt, not very clean for
