Brewing Trouble

POV Vesuvius:

The dragon grinned, bright purple and golden light leaking out of his wide open mouth, reflecting in his shiny and sharp teeth.

His terrifying head covered in thick, rough-looking yet shiny armor, turned directly at the wyrm on the ground.

'Did I really just find a volunteer to do magic research for me?' Vesuvius was more than happy, knowing that researching magic was time-consuming.

"Your Draconic Highness, you have shown me the true potential of the draconic magic. We were blinded for too long, not daring to go out of the proven paths and explore the unknown. That space magic of humans that you have shown me... thank you, your Highness, now I know the path that I need to take."

Vesuvius managed to keep his face straight, but internally he was in absolute shock and surprise. It was no exaggeration to say that it was rare to see anyone of the draconic species thank or admit that they were wrong.