"Jasmine, the tree sap you needed has finally flowed out!" The black dragon's voice echoed loudly through the hallway before he even arrived. As soon as he rushed into the room, he hastily urged Angus to bring the small wooden bucket containing the maple sap over. His smug appearance looked as if he had personally collected this bucket of tree sap with his own claws.
"Tree sap?" Jasmine paused her hand movements, a drop of ink from the quill pen almost falling onto the parchment. She quickly looked toward the Minotaur and the dragon standing at the door with faces full of excitement.
"Milady, it is the maple sap you need." Angus happily stepped forward, carefully presenting the small wooden bucket in front of Jasmine for her to inspect.
