Annan was no good at small talk. After a few words, he got to the point: he had come to see Onyxia.
"What are you planning to do next?"
"What would you like me to do?" Onyxia asked gently, like a different dragon from the one he had met a few days ago.
"Shadow Song is doing everything she can to identify the attacker. We should have an answer in a few days. And if you're willing to stay, we can discuss the Magic Film."
"Of course I'm... willing." Even her voice was soft enough to draw him in.
Even someone as pure as the Saintess felt as though she might be in the way.
Fortunately, the Silver Dragon soon put a price on all that tenderness. "Annan, if I appear in the Magic Film, will I be paid?"
"Uh... our actors pay me, actually. But since you're so exceptional, I could charge you a little less."
Onyxia's adorable expression froze. "I... pay you?"
"Of course. Actors who join the production gain experience and fame. Naturally they have to pay," Annan said with utter conviction.
Onyxia promptly backed off.
Annan was in no hurry. He had yet to think of a suitable role for her.
The Potter Brothers could probably find plenty of works starring a Silver Dragon at a moment's notice, but paying an actor a salary... He couldn't set that precedent!
"Didn't you just get five thousand gold narls?"
Was Onyxia still a minor? Did she have a parent who took her money, too?
"You can never have too much money..." Onyxia looked at the Saintess. "Do you need money?"
"I don't."
Money was the least useful thing to the Saintess of the Wealth Church, especially now that she had ten thousand gold narls to spend as she