'Well... I... er... let's just say the king has just paid for a few little bodily alterations,' Eternion replied to Selturma with another chuckle. When the king saw the bill of the soon to be young Dracon... if he didn't know already, that is.
'Oh, and some spell books,' he continued, pulling one of the books from the backpack slung around his shoulder. 'Pyromancy... yeesh, that sounds particularly, uh, devious.'
At least he knew Pyromancy had to do with fire... a great start, he thought with sarcasm.
He shook his head, and put the book aside for the moment. He peered over the small crystal ball that Selturma presented to him. 'Heh, interesting little thing. Funny that, I was in possession of one of these quite a few decades ago. I dropped it down a flight of stairs, it didn't work quite as well after that.'
He sighed after a brief moment of laughter. The orbs were quite useful, while the one they located was still alive... then they were just an object of ones grief.
Still, he smiled. 'Take good care of that thing, it will prove quite useful... I am sure.'