A group of magical beasts from the Valley of Wind was brought into the border city under construction. They came in all shapes and sizes, and even included two dragons, one cold and one hot.
Their auras pulled at each other. Cold air collided with hot air, threatening to unleash a tornado-like storm at any moment-the two dragons did not seem to get along very well.
Still, they showed considerable restraint and did not actually come to blows.
That gave Jamie some relief. If these two magical beasts of unknown magic levels started fighting on the spot, he would have no choice but to call for help.
Beren walked ahead, holding the harp that never left his side, and explained to Jamie, "They are both Typhoon's offspring, but they don't get along."
"If they're going to live here, you must make sure they stay in their hot-air and cold-air nests. Otherwise, there will be a tremendous explosion."
"I've written down all their habits. As long as you take good care of them, they'll produce an endless supply of wind magic ore.
"You certainly won't lose out."
"Uh... right, there's also this."
The bard in the green cloak pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a crude little object: a wooden disc mounted on a stick, with a blue-purple stone tied to the edge of the disc by a cord.
At first glance, it looked like a toy meant to entertain children. To Jamie, who was used to seeing all sorts of intricate magical devices, it truly seemed rather crude.
"Here. This should be the last magical device left from that world." Beren sounded wistful. "Though it was once blessed by a savior, every fairy tale must come to an end."
He handed the device to Jamie. "Try spinning it,