TheLittleBelgian

The cursed

-There weren't always dragons in the valley... Elias left his sentence hanging as he pulled a small, finely crafted wooden box from his pocket. Ceremoniously, as if he had rehearsed these gestures over and over again, he opened it to extract several pieces of wood that he arranged on a table in front of him. After rolling up the sleeves of his long red tunic, he began to fit the curious objects together. As he did so, he glanced at the crowded room, which never took their eyes off him.