Lord Dragenski. The mysterious businessman. Since Ares discovered the man's craftmanship, he had only been buying ships and furniture from him. His ships could sail through the strongest of storms and survive the brutalities of seas and oceans. He truly admired his work.
"Is there anything we didn't pay?" Ares asked.
"No. I bought three more ships like you told me. They are delivered but he wants payment in another form."
Ares stopped looking through the containers for weapons. "Another kind of payment?"
"He wants weapons in return. Your latest invention," Noah said, also looking skeptical.
"You mean weapons to fight dragons?"
"Yes."
Why would he want that?
As if knowing his thoughts Noah replied, "I saw something the day of the attack. One of his ships was on shore and it was even more solidly built."
"You think it belongs to the slayers?"
