“Very good then!” Az smiled as much as his skull face allowed him. He cancelled the spell, which would have killed the dragon if he had tried resisting. “I will find a use for you, Draedan Dwarfsbane.”
Suddenly, a feminine voice exclaimed from behind him. “Our mighty Lord Az captured a dragon? Ah it’s only befitting that such a handsome, powerful mage should have such a noble mount!” Scintilla came from out of the catacombs, her black feathery wings flapping excitedly.
Lord Az cringed. This whole adoration business was something he’d have to get used to.
“Lord Az, I took inventory of everything your grand tomb holds, and I found this!” She held out an intricately carved wooden axe. “The wand of construction! The one you built this fortress with so many years ago.”
“Ah yes.” Lord Az took the wand and examined it. He remembered. Giving it back to Scintilla he said, “Give this to Sycophant. He’ll need it to finish reconstruction of the battlements.”
“At once, my lord!” Scintilla soared off to the southern part of the ruins, where an un-dead construction crew was hard at work on the walls.
Lord Az turned back to Draedan. “I was going to put you under an enslavement spell, but…if you swear to not hinder my work, or question my authority, I won’t do so. I prefer intelligent, willing servants, rather than mindless ones.”