Bizzare transformation

The prince's words were carefully chosen, acknowledging the aid while subtly questioning its necessity.

Wymar, the tier 9 mage, seemed more interested in Maelruth than the political dynamics unfolding before him. His eyes lit up with academic fascination as he studied the drake.

"My lord, did you see the drake? It's been a long time since I've seen the Velkynir drakes," he said, his voice carrying the excitement of a scholar discovering a rare text.

"What is it doing here?"

As Remin turned his attention to the drake, Wymar continued, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "It has even evolved. Such a rare find!" His eyes gleamed with barely concealed desire.

"What do you say, my lord? Shall we take this?"

Remin's response was lazy, as he waved him off, "Wymar, stop with your blather."

The rebuke was casual but carried enough authority to silence the mage instantly.