Karl watched as the group compromised, and set up a camp by the fields, then set up cooking utensils at the camp in the swamp that was set up for the Naga visitors, and finally arranged a campsite at the shore of the lake, on the edge of the beach.
They also sent someone to look in the Guild House replica, who gave them an approving double thumbs up gesture, and then one that Karl guessed meant that the kitchen was stocked, as the gesture looked like eating.
"The Green Dragon Cleric stocked the pantry, but there should still be more space if you want to add ingredients that she didn’t choose." Karl offered.
The Elf nodded, then began to strip down to change into an apron. Just the apron.
So, that’s what they meant about prudes.
"We have great spells for creating food, and I have a thousand years of cooking experience. If there is one thing that we don’t need to fear, it is starvation." She laughed.
"Alright, I will let everyone settle in. I come here fairly often to work on the Fundamental Rules in the space, as well as my own knowledge. Just let me know if you need anything."
Eventually, he would tell her that aprons were usually worn over clothing. But if his guess was right, the minimal amount of clothing that they wore, like the thick green robes that the druids working in the swamp had changed into, were more like protective gear than fashion.
Hawk laughed as he came out into the Tiny World to fly around for a while and explore the space.
[Lotus is going to love these people. They’re already working on growing coffee on the slopes of the mountain. Plus, half of them are naked and planning on playing in the lake all day.]
That sounded like peak Lotus behaviour.
Druids, Witches and Green Dragon Clerics had a lot in common.
But while Karl was getting the new hires settled in to maintain the plants of the Tiny World, Lotus and the others were finishing their cram session for the wedding plans.
They had even planned a date. One month later, on the day with what Matilda had determined to be the perfect moonlight for the end of the party. It would highlight their decorations just right in the areas outside the main party area, and encourage the partygoers to have more fun and drink less heavily.
Nobody doubted her visions of the future. They had seen what she could do with them.
The world wasn’t as isolated as it seemed, it was actually connected to the Immortal Realm in hundreds of places.
But the Supreme Ranked Dragon kept those places hidden or locked away, and had placed a spell over them to make them less detectable on the other side. There were still a few occasions where someone tried to push through, usually in an attempt to gather slaves or servants for the Immortal Realm, but when they did, she would foresee it, and place defences over the area.
She did it reflexively after millennia of practice, but it still needed to be done if this world was going to be protected until it could support a spell that would isolate it completely.
The Immortal Realm could just live without one of the billions of Mortal Worlds to lord their supremacy over.
It wasn’t like they were actually short on Mortal Realms to plunder. Every resident of the Immortal Realm could have a hundred Mortal Realm planets to themselves, and they would never run out of them.
The problem was that there were only so many that were even worth plundering.
Nobody wanted the ones that were completely devoid of magic, the ones which had never developed a sentient species, or the ones where the sentient species on them were entirely too hostile to be tamed.
The Insectoid Worlds under the Beast and Spider Gods? Definitely in low demand.
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