"I can still remember my firstborn." Valtak said with a sad laughter. "When he understood what Origin Flames could do, he used them for everything. From making his tea to cleaning his room.
"Useless to say, my lair endured more fires than a forest during a dry summer. I had to spend almost ten gold coins to replace everything he destroyed before I knocked some sense into him."
"Ten gold coins?" Tista furrowed her brow in shock.
It was a measly sum for a medium noble, let alone a Dragon with a hoard that was likely bigger than the entire Verhen Mansion. Yet the Father of Fire spoke of it with great pain and regret.
"Ten gold coins?" Lith gaped in horror. "I would have either spanked his ass into oblivion or made him work to pay me back. Youngsters must learn that actions have consequences and money don't grow on trees."
"That's why I did both." Valtak nodded. "Luckily, I kept the good stuff locked behind arrays so nothing of value was lost."
