7.6 - The Giant Doom Beast Named Frank
Alex had very particular tastes when it came to crowns. Theo wasn’t shocked by that fact. What gave him pause was the amount of vendors in his town selling crowns. He hadn’t seen people walking around with crowns. Ever. Not in all his time in Iaredin had he seen anyone wearing a crown. He was certain Hanan had a crown, but he hardly wore it. Yet there the vendors were, selling more crowns than any person would reasonably suspect.
“Why exactly is this one so expensive?” Theo asked, gesturing to one crown.
The elven merchant gave Theo a nasty look. “Because this is no mere crown, dronon. This is a mythril crown done in the Veostian style. A style that is now extinct.”
“Kinda looks like crap,” Alex said, speaking exclusively into Theo’s mind. “Oh! Let’s go look at that dwarf’s crowns!”
Theo waved the merchant off, heading to a stall run by a dwarf. Not only were the crowns cheaper here, they looked cooler. Instead of the elegant designs of the Veostian crowns, those here were cut from blocky forms. Looking back at the shape of Alex’s weird dragon-goose head, he wasn’t sure if anything would fit her.
“Do you have anything that would fit a five-thousand-pound dragon-goose?” Theo asked, looking over the assortment of crowns. Unsurprisingly, the gold ones weren’t the most expensive ones. There were many made from various alloys, most of which the alchemist had never heard of.
The dwarf behind the counter puffed his chest out, swelling with excitement. “Each crown we produce comes with a resizing enchantment. So long as your feathered horror is moderately sapient, it can wear one.”
“I am extremely sapient,” Alex said, flapping with excitement. Several items blew over in nearby stalls.
“Do you also sell strings so I can tie it onto her head?” Theo asked.