Finn found himself in a predicament.
His expression fluctuating, Finn mentally rummaged through all the treasures in the royal collection, contemplating what offer might satisfy Owen.
Money, women, power...
What could possibly entice Owen, the esteemed saint of dragons, who lacked for nothing?
Owen, patient and unpressuring, allowed Finn's thoughts to wander freely.
Speaking now would only give Finn a chance to spot a flaw, potentially withholding his best offerings.
"Um..." Finn finally spoke up, "Mr. Owen, after much consideration, I believe you wouldn't be interested in ordinary things."
Owen slightly raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
"I understand, Mr. Owen, that as a dragon, your kind possesses a divine ability known as the Divine Dragon Flame."
"Indeed, but my current realm does not permit its use."
