Within the confines of the makeshift wall, Noah found himself too distracted to fully embellish the "completion" of the dungeon. For him, there was still a lot more to do for him to fully call this place a home. He wanted individualized spaces for his creatures, for the ascetics of the home to fit his acquired taste. And for that, he spent his time thinking of different ways to accomplish this goal.
All of this could simply be achieved if he had more mana to feed to the dungeon's heart. With endless mana, he could make a glorious dungeon that extended throughout his entire territory. But with deep contemplation also came understanding. Realizing that most of the mana was derived from the mana of his territory already, he couldn't be too greedy. Trying to draw anymore could have irreparable results on the forest itself.
For now, he needed inspiration, and ideas to make his dream home into reality that wouldn't demand harming what was his.
