57 Chapter 57
Domeric sat quietly on a chair while looking over the training of his 1000 men in the hidden location while Varamyr, Briar and Orell sat beside him and looked over at the hundreds of drawings kept in front of them.
Those were the drawings of all the animals, birds and other living beings that could be controlled by a warg.
He had promised them any animal or bird that they desired since they have worked very hard for the past year and he wanted to reward their hard work.
After a long moment, Varamyr stood up from his place and gave him a piece of paper that he selected from the pile and said "I want this."
He looked at the paper and found at it looked like a komodo dragon from his past life. Just much more larger and with six legs to support it's weight.
"You want a Basilisk?" he asked.
"I want this. Yes." Varamyr replied without any preamble and he gave a nod.
Then Varamyr left along with the dozens of animals that he was now able to control with his will.
After he had left, Briar stood up from her seat and gave him a paper. It had the drawing of a Brownbelly Wyvern and whistled in appreciation.
"Good choice. You do realize that it will be very hard for me to find and bring you this Wyvern. And that even if I bring it here, there is a small chance that you might not be able to to control it with your warging abilities, yes?" he asked and Briar nodded with a mischevious smile.
"I won't fail in this." She said confidently before she took a horse and left along with the dozens of ravens that she had started to control on her own.
In the end, Orell gave him a diagram as well and he gave sigh upon looking at it.
"A Shadow Wing Wyvern. Can't say I fault your choice." He said with a thin smile. After all, these Wyverns were the largest Wyvern there were and only came out to hunt in the dark. Which meant that even finding one of them was going to be difficult for people, let alone capture it.
Which meant that he'll have to go the Southoros personally if he wanted to keep his promise to his wargs.
What a drag.
"You promised." Orell said with a frown and he gave a nod.
"Yes. That I did. But I'll only be able to bring you a smaller one as the larger ones won't fit in a ship. You understand?"
Orell bristled at being given a small Wyvern instead of a full adult one but he knew better to test his patience and gave a short bow and left.
Once they had left, his spy mistress, a talented woman whom he had bought in Lys came up to him.
"My lord. Most of the wood and plants that you asked for have finally arrived in Dreadfort."
He raised an eyebrow at that bit of news.
He had wanted to create a flying broom for himself so that he could travel to places which he had not seen before. But selecting the proper wood for it was important so he had asked his subordinates to bring him all the wood from the different kind of trees that were present in Westeros.
And it seemed that his order was finally here.
"Call me Domeric Lyra." He said and she gave him a short bow which clearly showed him all the right curves.
"As you wish my lord." She said with a mischievous smile and left.
Once she had left, he once again gazed at the men training in the field up ahead and wondered how long it'll take before they're able to learn proper discipline.
