“What in the world are your builders doing all the way out on the bare island, Winchester?” Dally asked angrily. “You know we’re not building beyond the Rage Drain for quite a while!”
Winchester turned to her, ran his hand through his short, thick black hair, then down his long greying beard. His green eyes twinkled as he straightened the lapel of his deep blue vest. “I believe, Lord Dallyah, that they are hoping to convince you and I to let them build one of those Ice Flaks everyone keeps going on about.”
Dally pursed her lips and shook her head. “I’m not sure about that, to be honest. Where would we put it? Is it worth it right now, or should we wait?” She looked over at Winchester. “What do you think, Weapons Master?”
“Well, I have given it some thought,” he replied with a smile. “I think we should build one, get it up a few levels and then maybe store it until the general consensus tells us where the best place for it is. I’m thinking perhaps in place of the second Flak on the small island, but that will depend how it actually performs.”
Dally nodded, looking across the base at the focal point of her defense. “I want all five of those towers leveled first. Then, I want the lumber mills maxed. The farms already are, and we need to get the mills caught up. After that I want the den and the storage hut upgraded to max level, or as far as possible.”
“Agreed,” Winchester replied thoughtfully, “but I think I’d like to upgrade the two front towers twice. The Forge Master said we should have enough speed up spells crafted to complete most of what needs to be done.”
“Good. Now go tell your people to rest up. They have 48 hours until the event starts.”
“As you wish, Lord Dallyah,” Winchester replied. He bowed to her, holding it for three seconds like his father taught him, then turned to pull his crew off the bare island before anyone else scolded him for letting them explore it.
“Oh and Winchester?” Dally called. He stopped and turned his head slowly in response. “Would you be able to pop in on Obsi in the next day or so? I sent The Engineer’s writings over to her, but I want to make sure she’s gotten it.”
“The plans or the concept?” Winchester asked with a sly grin.
Dally laughed. “Both. Just let me know after you’re back from that visit.”
Winchester waved his confirmation and headed over to the bare island. Half way across the first bridge he stopped. “Oh no,” he moaned, “this means I have to use the darn portal!”