Mikal smiled. "Yes we can see the forge and armory. It's best we get out of their way so they can work." He took her hand, a friendly gesture, a prince escorting his esteemed guest around wasn't uncommon. "I only have the one sword. I also have a few daggers I keep on me when I wear my armor. But I am proficient in other weapons." The prince could pick up anything and wield it good enough to get the job done, but he preferred his sword. "As for magic users we have about twenty five Castle Magicians and a handful of staff can use minor spells for their day to day tasks like Beatrice. They're all overseen by High Mystic Delara. She's was a friend of my fathers growing up and when he was crowned King he had to choose his own advisors so he brought her into the Inner Circle as High Mystic. She had already been an Arch Mage for a few years before then." He led her out of the kitchens and down the hall. Soon they came to a stairway and went down two flights of stairs. They walked down to a set of large iron doors which were open. The group could feel a slight increase in heat as they entered. The forges were lit and bright. Liquid metal was pouring out of the smelters. "Master Aeon! You in here!?" Mikal yelled over the sound of work.
"I heard you were back kid." A large man appeared from behind one of the bellows. He was tall, tan skinned with a thick white beard that was separated into the with golden bands. His right eye was covered with an leather eye patch, behind it was a scar. "This the lass that saved your skin?"
Mikal rolled his eyes, he'd been getting teased all day about that. "My skin was far from needing saving thank you. But this is Clover."
Aeon laughed. "Pleasure to meet you little lady. Welcome to the forge." The Forge Master gestured around the room. "Through that door there," He pointed across the room where another smaller door was. "Is the armory. We take the finished products there for the castle guards to grab." The ground shook slightly. "Ah there she is. Clover I want you too meet Yara." A four legged dragon approached the group. Her scales were a dark gray, the color of iron. "She assists me in forging. All our weapons use dragon fire to melt the ore." As if to show off Yara turned her head, breathing fire into the bottom of a forge. "Good girl." Aeon patted her side. "So what do you think? Impressive setup we have here. If you ever need something fixed or made just come to me. Any friend of Mikal's is a friend of ours."
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