Brixaby

Brixaby was not worried for Arthur’s safety. Well, not overly worried.

Yes, his skills were locked, but Brixaby had a sense for nullification magic and knew that if Arthur truly pushed, such as in a time of crisis, he could break through the lock with his Legendary level cards.

Besides, if anybody in this so-called “Free Hive” dared to touch Arthur after they had guaranteed his safety, Brixaby would simply make an example of them. Unlike his rider, he had no moral qualms about destroying cards for his own gain.

Irritatingly enough, while he and Arthur trusted each other to take care of themselves, Cressida was waffling back and forth about her own dragon's safety. The girl was insisting on accompanying Arthur with his conversation with Laird. And yet she clearly did not like the idea of Joy going off without her.

Then again, Joy did not have any combat cards so it would be hard for her to defend herself.

(The hypocrisy of this statement didn't bother Brixaby in the least. After all, Arthur had proved himself more capable without a combat card to his name.)

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Cressida asked in a low undertone to Joy. "Wouldn't you rather come with us?"

It was vexing that Cressida thought Brixaby would allow Joy to get hurt.

"She will be with me, and I am more than enough protection for anybody," Brixaby told her imperiously. "She is part of my retinue. Therefore, you may also go and protect my Arthur."

Though he was certain that his rider could take care of himself, he supposed there was a certain advantage in bringing somebody along who could summon elemental flame bears.

Cressida did not look entirely happy at the duty Brixaby had magnanimously granted her.

“Brix.” Arthur looked at him intently. “If you run into a problem you can’t handle, you’re to Return at once. Do you understand?”

Brixaby started to scoff — as if there was a threat he, a Legendary dragon, could not face! — but then he caught the emphasis in Arthur’s phrasing.

Return? What did that?

Oh. That dratted Return to Start card. That was an instant transport back to Wolf Moon Hive… though he would be leaving Joy and Joy’s rider behind. That tasted like ash on his tongue.

But Arthur was looking at him intently so Brixaby bobbed his head. “Very well.”

"Come on, Brixaby,” Joy called happily, forcing the issue by lifting into the air without her rider. The air currents became briefly turbulent thanks to her larger wings. Brixaby had to work to compensate for his smaller—though still vastly superior—form.

The two dragons started to fly off, but then Joy suddenly wheeled back around. “Oh, Len, of course you're invited to come, too.”

Who? Brixaby almost asked, and then remembered at the last moment that Len was the blue dragon who was as interesting as a bowl of bland porridge. Brixaby glared at Joy for extending the invitation.

Thankfully, Len shook his head and backed away, hunching his neck as if to make himself smaller. Ridiculous. He was almost twice the size of Joy. “No... no, ma'am. I would like to stay here with my rider, Tamya, if you please. If that’s okay with you, I mean.”

“Aw,” Joy sagged a little, then shrugged. “Okay, but come find us if you change your mind.”

“Or don’t,” Brixaby muttered under his breath.

Finally, finally, the two of them lifted into the air toward the crafting cave.

Once they were high enough not to be easily overheard – discounting card powers, of course – Brixaby spoke to Joy.

“I know why I'm going to the cave—” For all the sweet, sweet skills that would surely be on display, “but why are you going there?”

“For my quest, silly,” Joy said. “I'm here to make friends.”

Brixaby heaved a sigh. He suspected that Joy's quests were not as random as she pretended that they were. Whenever he picked up a quest from her, it was goal-based: Do this, do that, and usually required gaining a skill or accomplishing a task. Joy's, on the other hand...

“I have to make five new friends,” she said happily.

Brixaby scoffed.

Joy glanced over at him, and her expression changed slightly to one that better suited a predator. “And if I do, I will acquire a temporary point of luck to use whenever I want.”

“You...” Brixaby eyed the other dragon. That was a really good reward. “Do you suppose I could also gain that quest?”

“Don't know. It's random. Now let's go, there are lots of people in there, and I'm great at making friends.” She nudged him with the tip of a wing, which almost sent Brixaby tumbling in the air. Because he was a naturally excellent flyer, it didn't happen, but it was a close thing.

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Back in Wolf Moon Hive, the crafters were kept behind guilds with high, protective walls, with many card-based restrictions carved on them. Naturally, this was to avoid any theft or craft secrets leaking out. Brixaby was not vain enough to assume he was the only one who could copy skills or techniques.

Here, however, where they had foolishly let a dragon of his caliber roam free, crafters worked out in the open. That meant if Brixaby could get close enough-- within their aura -- he could pick up those skills. And unlike magic or combat-oriented skills, crafting skills would become his, thanks to Arthur's Master of Skills card.

As they flew closer, Brixaby caught another interesting difference between this Free Hive and Wolf Moon Hive: Dragons worked as crafters too.

Some of the dragon crafters had stalls set up for themselves, and the large, open-air cave gave plenty of room for dragons to fly in and out while humans were forced to walk.

The stalls themselves were not made of fabric, which could be easily blown away by dragon wings, but rough stone, likely shaped by some form of earth or rock manipulation. Interesting. He noted all these details carefully, for when they returned to Wolf Moon Hive. Perhaps there would be some interest in dragon crafters there.

The other Legendary dragons would not like the change, but Brixaby hardly cared what they thought.

“Ooh, down there! Look at the pretty glass they’re making!” Joy descended to land near one of the first stalls located next to the entrance.

A silver dragon with odd blue patterning under his belly, like a spider web, was working alongside a human by a glowing forge. The human was blowing into a thin nozzle attached to a pipe. The other end of that pipe was in a glowing hot expanding blob of molten glass.

The silver dragon carefully held the glass in blunted claws and turned it so that when the human blew air in, the molten glass expanded evenly. Tiny wisps of smoke came up from the dragon's claws as they smoldered, but neither the dragon nor the human seemed to care.

What caught Brixaby’s attention was that he did not immediately pick up any of the skills they were using. This meant that either there was something wrong with his own cards--highly unlikely even if his rider was currently card-locked--or these two were just going by normal, hard-earned experience instead of card-based skills.

How irritating.

“Doesn't that heat hurt your claws?” Joy asked, staring with wide eyes.

“No, my scales have become well-calloused over the years,” the silver dragon replied. “Back up behind that line.” He pointed with the tip of his tail to a red line painted on the floor. “You don't want to get splattered with molten glass. That will hurt.”

The human raised his lips from blowing the glass long enough to add, “We'll be with you to show the wares in a few moments. This is delicate.” Then he went back to huffing air into the pipe.

“And mind your tails and wings. If you knock any finished glass over, you will be working in here to pay for it,” the silver snapped, seeing Joy turn toward their table of wares.

Joy obediently tucked her tail under her body and held her wings close.

Brixaby, who had a perfect form and did not need to worry about such mundane matters, buzzed to inspect the glassware more closely. To his delight, he realized that they were not all simple vases, but drinking bowls.

Dragon-sized drinking bowls, some large enough to hold a good deal of soup.

This had been a concern in the back of his mind as he grew larger. Yes, his form was small and still perfect, but as he consumed more card shards and grew, he would find it more difficult to eat from proper vessels.

He had rather grown to enjoy human food and did not want to eat from a trough like a lower animal.

Now he thought of it… he’d never seen larger dragon-sized eating utensils at Wolf Moon.

As he looked over the glassware, he found he rather liked one simple white bowl with walls as thin as a chicken egg, but strong when Brixaby lifted it.

Meanwhile, the crafting pair finished the work. The silver replaced the larger molten vessel in the forge to heat again.

Finally, Brixaby got a skill:

New Counterfeit Spell obtained: Feeding The Forge

Remaining Time: 71 hours 59 Minutes 59 Seconds