"Then I swam to the beach", Meroa heard the dragons' deep voice say, "and had to climb up here so we could rest"
"Who are you talking to?" Not sure if she wanted to know.
"Oh you are awake", the creature turned its head to her and posed a toothy grin, "this is RedFox21", picking a little half fox Player and placing him in front of her, "he lives here"
"Whoa lady who gave you the shiny", the stranger looked at the dragon, "did you beat her up", staring back at her , "or is this from the battle?"
"ARE YOU INSANE?" Kyatha found herself screaming at the top of her lungs, "DO YOU JUST WALK AROUND AND TELL ALL OUR SECRETS TO RANDOM STRANGERS?"
"RedFox21 is a friend", his calm voice driving her to a new height of rage.
"HOW LONG DO YOU KNOW REDFOX21 DO YOU EVEN KNOW HIS NAME?" Kyatha fealt the famous family rage tuntrum boiling all over inside her
"Two hours and" he paused "twenty one minutes", she exploded.
"Mind blast" screaming the first spell coming to her mind and it just slipped on the diamond scales without any penetration, "null magic" her legacy spell covered the whole cave leaving only her with any magical abilities, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING" screeching breathless at the unphased dragon.
"We were just talking" Allen tried to diffuse the woman's obvious distress, "I only told RedFox21 of our adventure", adding a calming effect to his voice seemed to work, "no secrets".
"For three hours?" Catching her breath, "both battles took less than five minutes combined and the rest of the time we were just flying" coming to grips with her internal turmoil she sounded almost curious.
"Well I had to tell him about the ships", she nodded, "and the people", squinting her eyes, "and their weapons and armor and the cannons and al the loot I picked up after we won and the colors i painted them so I can find them later" his words sinking in her mind very slowly as he rumbled through the list of tiny details he went through telling RedFox21.
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"What loot?" She finally asked when the meaning registered.
"The most precious item is this jeweled talking falchion I picked from a sleeping fellow on the first ship" then he added "Painted him blue with green stars to remember he was sleeping", then he moved on "the next item by cost is a mithril chestplate enchanted with durability and magic resistence, it was the captain's and I painted him red so I know he was in charge", proceeding with "the third item is a pendant of true sight I took from"
"Stop" she cut him short, "just send me the list" understanding how it could take hours to tell about their five minutes of excitement and her mind went numb when she recieved the list, there were hundreds of items in it, "when did you pick all that up?" She would never believe it unless seen with her own eyes, "cannons?", she looked onward, "sacks of rice?" Staring at the least costly items "planks and nails?"
"To the victor goes the spoils" Allen answered, "I just took everything when the list popped up after I smashed it"
Her jaw dropped at the insane statement, "how many slots do you have in your inventory", she had to know this.
"I just add more when I need them" ofcourse how silly of her to think anything about this monster made sense.
"And how many slots do you have now?" Asking before she caught herself.
"Fourty seven thousand three hundred and fifteen" his casual reply sent her mind on another cartwheel before she sat on the floor staring at her giant legacy inventory of a hundred and seventy slots that cost her family a small fortune through the generations, she was contemplating taking a mortgage to add the next five slots but it was postponed due to the war expenses.
"I can't deal with you" she finally said, "are you some crazy admin messing up with the war?" Feeling tears sting her eyes at the thought of how unfair it all was and RedFox21 just stood there in silence seeing her breakdown and listening to all of this unbelievable person's secrets thrown out to the room like they were trash, then another thought filled her with absolute terror, "are you a hacker?" She was ready to just despawn at the wrong answer, nothing was worth burning her legacy, she would have to pass it on to Hatula, the despawn price in an unsafe area was too high to go unpunished but she couldn't just sit there and watch generations of hard work go up in flame because she made a mistake.
"I am not a hack", his voice penetrated her mental storm, "or an admin", he seemed to think his next words through, "I am just a Player and I wanted to have some fun", there was a lie somewhere in the last few words but Meroa couldn't find it, he was obviously a Player, and why wouldn't he want to have fun?
Leaving it for another time Meroa decided that since she wasn't in danger of immediate deletion she should just roll with it and have fun, Hatula will choke her if she knew what she used their inheritence on but who cares when she had a pack dragon that could carry a whole ship worth of materials like it was a flower bouquet.
Remembering their other guest she turned to look for RedFox21 but he was nowhere in sight.