'And luck, lots of luck, having you as parents and unintentionally receiving from you the strongest beast...'
His father opened his mouth, closed it, then pointed toward a side wing courtyard. "And that is?"
"Stables," Ren said. "For training tamers with transportation beasts."
"How many employees with transportation beasts do we have?" his mother asked weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Currently just one, a 'gift' from Victor, but later..." Ren trailed off, realizing that explaining the full scope of what "later" meant might be too much right now.
"And that?" His father pointed toward the extensive garden, his finger trembling slightly. The garden stretched out in organized rows, with sections clearly dedicated to different purposes. Some areas had rich, dark soil prepared for planting, while others already bloomed with colorful flowers that swayed in the afternoon breeze.
