Chapitre 513: Glitz, the Ale Master Crafter  

"You called Elena?" The dragon said in his dragon form though he made himself the size of a man. Twice the size of a bulky man, to be exact. He had the face and build of a bronze dragon but none the fierceness and imposing aura they usually have.

Ren had seen dragons in his past. They were rare and scarce and usually hard to find. He was surprised that the Elven Princess had one, and as a pet, no less.

"Make us one of your fine drinks, Glitz. One that would match this meat."

"Leave it to me." Glitz summoned a cauldron over a stone fire, his brewing tools, jars containing all sorts of drinks of his own creations, fruits, herbs, and spices were also mixed onto the table as well.

"Oh, right," the Princess snapped her head at Ren as she had suddenly thought of something. "Courtesy really eludes me nowadays."

I doubt it. It's already natural in you. The words were in Ren's mouth, but he clamped his lips tight to hold them in.