"Grandpa, I need to take your measurements so I can have a Magic Rune Armament custom-made for you. I also need to know your combat preferences."
The Hobarton Family's support was already starting to pay off, so Medivh couldn't afford to be stingy.
He had the Skeleton Mage who'd been standing guard nearby step forward and take Draven's measurements, recording them for the custom design.
"Sure!"
Draven readily agreed. He cooperated with the Skeleton Mage's instructions as obediently as a schoolboy, answering all of his questions honestly.
He might not have eaten pork, but he'd seen pigs run, hadn't he? He knew good Magic Rune Armaments were tailored to their owners.
After recording all of Draven's measurements, Medivh had the Skeleton Mage take a cart of fine wine to visit the Second Elder and, while he was there, record the Second Elder's measurements too.
"That kid sure is a busy man!"
The Second Elder grumbled when Medivh didn't come by to deliver the wine himself. He'd been hoping to have a chat with him.
"Haha, Second Elder, don't rush to drink just yet. Medivh also arranged for a whole roasted lamb for you. It'll be here shortly."
Draven laughed and told the Second Elder not to drink on an empty stomach. The food to go with the wine would arrive soon.
"That boy does know how to show consideration."
The Second Elder set down the wine bottle, the corner of his mouth lifting. Kurd's cooks were truly skilled.
"Second Elder, there's an even bigger surprise."
Draven had the Skeleton Mage go over and take the Second Elder's measurements.
"So it went through!"
The Second Elder could barely hide his excitement. He cooperated and took off his Iron Can so the Skeleton Mage could measure him.
"How much will it cost