“Don’t dismantle the altar,” Dally ordered as she briskly marched into the Dragons Den. “We’re going to finish this one, event or no event.”
“Is that wise?” one of the minor druids asked.
Druid Krieger smacked him in the back of his head. “How dare you question our Dragon Lord! If it wasn’t wise, she wouldn’t be doing it!!! Do you see how close we are?”
Dally glared a little at the minor druid as she walked toward the egg. She would answer the man’s question, since it was one she’d been wrestling with for the last few days. It wasn’t ideal to breed outside the event, but she needed Jul to get her next dragon. Hauset. The one of the three best non-divine dragons in existence. She was also one of the most difficult to master, and Dally could not wait to challenge herself with the task. She pretended to stare at the egg for a few moments before she spoke, not wanting to undermine the discipline Druid Krieger was imposing on his underling.
“I need this dragon to breed the next one. It’s going to take time to get Jul breedable, and we only have a little over three weeks to get him finished, hatched and trained.” She turned and faced the Druids and continued. “Normally you would be right, but this is an unacceptable situation for me. I failed to get enough egg tokens to finish this. So, we need to bend the rules a bit and make it work.”
The two minor druids bowed quickly and scurried off into the shadows. Dally heaved a loud sigh and folded her arms across her chest as she turned to once again stare at the unfinished egg. “Am I doing the right thing, Krieger?” she asked meekly.
“Absolutely,” the Druid replied confidently. “We are what, less than 25 auto breeds away from finishing? We can do that in less than a week. Then we just push to get him breedable. Hauset will be worth it. Or at least that’s what I hear.”
Dally snorted a laugh. “Yes, if I can figure out how to fly her properly. Everyone said how great Whalegnawer was, and I couldn’t master him to save my life!”
“Well, and I say this with the utmost respect and admiration, you were awful with hunters at that point.”
Dally smiled. “Yes, I was. Obsi is a thousand leagues ahead of where I was at her level. I almost wish I could go back and do it over again.”
“No, look ahead not back,” the Druid said.
“Uh, excuse me? I’m sorry to interrupt,” Druid Tim called as he hurried into the Den. “I do apologize, but Dragon Lord Dallyah I have a…um…request?”
Dally looked at him quizzically. “What is your…um…request?”
Druid Tim blushed. “Well, you see, I have a friend who has had something…personal…taken from him. He is asking for your help to get it back.”
“What is the item?” she asked.
Druid Tim blushed an even deeper shade of red. “Well, it’s going to sound silly, but someone stole his crimson battle pants.”
Dally and Druid Krieger looked at each other for a second, then said in unison, “What in hades are crimson battle pants?”