“I don’t see why we can’t just fill that long island with lightening towers, throw one of those fancy mage islands at the end and be done with it,” the builder she had nicknamed Lazy Bones said as he propped his feet on the table and leaned back in his chair.
“Because, you twit, lightning towers have been rendered obsolete,” Moss, the head builder replied angrily.
“At higher levels,” Lazy replied, “But not now!”
“No lightning towers!” Obsi said as she pounded her fist on the table. “How about we see what we need to do to get an ice turret or two?”
“Excellent idea,” Moss said, rising to his feet. The four others, minus Lazy, stood with him and grabbed their coats. Moss looked over at Lazy. “Well, are you coming or not?”
Lazy looked up at him, still leaning back on the chair with his feet on the table. “I think I’ll wait a few minutes,” he smirked.
Moss opened his mouth to argue, but just then Winchester entered the room. Moss smiled at the sight of his brother and pushed past his men to greet him.
“What brings you here?” he asked.
“Lord Dallyah asked me to look in on the young one here,” Winchester replied, motioning to Obsi.
Obsi rolled her eyes with sarcastic distain. “Of course.”
Lazy laced his fingers behind his head and chuckled. “Dallyah sounds like a real tyrant.”
Winchester kicked the chair out from under Lazy, who fell to the floor with a loud THUD. “Listen here, boy, you do NOT speak of Lord Dallyah OR Lord Obsi in any derogatory manner, do you understand? Your father would tan your hide if he was here to see how you’re acting!”
Lazy scrambled to his feet, but before he could open his mouth to speak, Obsi said, “Winchester, why don’t you take him back to Dally’s base with you? I’m sure you could use the extra help. And I’m fairly certain he could stand to be kept constantly busy instead of finding ways to get out of doing any work whatsoever.”
Moss grinned at her. “You do sound like your sister now, Lord Obsi.”
Obsi’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell her that!”
The brothers laughed. Winchester grabbed Lazy’s arm and led him toward the door. “Moss, why don’t you show me what your plan for the base is? Then I’ll take the Lazy One back home and put him to work.”
“Tell him how to get me some ice turrets!” Obsi called after them. Winchester waved in reply and they made their way to the base. She turned to the back of the room toward the fireplace. She threw another log on the dying fire.
“It is winter. Maybe I should have asked for a fire turret instead?”