“Hi Dally. Thanks for helping me with this.”
“Of course!” Dally said as she hugged Obsi. “Fill me in on your predicament.”
Obsi sighed. “Remember that song Father used to sing, the one about the man who was so convinced he was the best at everything that he didn’t realize how bad he really was?” Dally nodded. “Well, I think that’s me. I can’t believe how unprepared I was to get to level 70!”
Dally laughed. “Your situation is hardly worth being labeled by The Song of Pride and Ignorance, my dear sister.”
Obsi sighed and turned off her screen. “Is there a song for I Am In Desperate Need of Timer Spells?”
Dally nodded. “Yes, I’ve sung that one quite a few times.”
Obsi leaned back on the table and folded her arms across her chest. “So what do I do?” she asked softly.
Dally moved next to Obsi and put an arm around her shoulder. “You do what you can with what you have. Get as many chests as possible, and see what timer spells you can get there. Once you’re through this, level your forge so you can make twelve-hour spells. Speed up builds when they get down to one or two days left. Keep feeding your perch and whatever dragons you can level. You’ll get there!” Dally gave Obsi a squeeze and made her smile.
Dally pushed off the table and gently guided her sister toward the door. “Now, let’s go write a Song of Food and Lumber.”
Obsi laughed as Dally opened the door and exited into the hall. “That sounds like a plan!”