While most of the Clan Leaders and Elders were busy with the dinner event, Father Oak quickly realized that he was not going to get a break from the challenges and arguments that led to fights inside the trial grounds that Karl had gifted him.
If they didn’t do something about the situation, he was going to be stuck here for weeks, which might have been his daughter’s intention from the start.
While she was a curious and independent green dragon most of the time, Oak was still very much a Daddy’s Girl at heart, and now that she had him here, she was extra excited to show him everything that they had been doing.
"Ooh, ooh, look at the new pastries that we’ve developed at the kitchens. They’re shaped like little dragons, and they’ve got a cream filling, and puffed rice so they crackle when you bite into them, like crunching on tiny fluffy bones."
The old dragon laughed at his daughter’s enthusiasm.
There weren’t many things that could get a dragon her age so excited, but Oak had always been a bit of a foodie, as were most Green Dragons. But the pastries were made with Divine Cooking, and the flavour profile was incredible.
"You know, eventually I do have to go home, I have duties," he reminded her.
"Of course father. Just another year, no two. Two years will be fine for a visit, right? I don’t get to see you at all these days, it’s even worse than when we were still on the battlefield."
Her father laughed at her whining "It hasn’t even been a month. The last time that you were deployed, it was for six months. You’d think that you have it hard here."
"The opposite. When times are hard, I have nothing to share, it’s all the same. But we get to have so much fun, and you’re not here for me to tell you all about it."
He knew that he couldn’t stay. She knew that he couldn’t stay. But that didn’t mean that she was just going to let him go home within a single day of coming to help out. If she could just keep him around for a few more days, she would have so much fun.
"Why don’t you gather that Seraph and the Karl so that we can make a permanent arena?
It appears that this one is not going to see any less traffic in the near future, and I am the one holding it open. I will donate my efforts to make a Legendary arena for the Darklight Host here, and then my duties will be done, and I can spend a bit of time exploring with my daughter before I return to work."
Oak cheered as she grabbed his hands, and then paused as she realized that everyone was still inside at the show.
"They’re both hosting guests. But I can get you Cara and Rae. Rae isn’t a Runecrafter, but she knows things about arenas."
That made her father laugh. Yes. A Blood Destruction Demonic Spider would know a thing or two about arenas. And everywhere else that combat and death were a possibility, really.
"Alright, I will do all the work, as long as they can add the spells that make the arena truly local."


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