Celephia rolled hir eyes, and softly said, "Fine, but do remember, you are mine."<br/><br/>The dragon herm turned back, and started to talk with the shopkeeper. The back door opened easily enough, and the Dracotaur was standing with one arm in the furnace and pulled out a block of stone, and setting it down on the nearby ledge, where he turned it over into a mold. He glanced back at the human without concern, and pointed to the smith, who said, "Sorry, missie, but Ancalagon is not the person to deal with if you need a new sword. That would be me."<br/><br/>Ancalagon turned back to the forge, ignoring all of the others in the forge.