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La Floresian Eternalle is the single most impressive establishment in all of Anteronia, which in and of itself is the single most remarkable community in the entirety of the continent. And while it is a hotel and resort of unequal measure, even the most opulent of accommodations are not likely to see the sort of patron that currently makes his way through the lobby.

The dragon is a sight to behold--bright yellow and cream scales, rough and jagged, with spikes all along his body. He has a frame that a blue robe casually wraps around and a magnificent and gleaming automaton of an arm.

Many guests stand and gawk at the sight. This is not one of the Champions of the Tournament of Pleasure but an honest-to-goodness guest.

And a guest that is a dragon.

"Ah, great and gracious dragon, my apologies that our proprietor is not here to greet you personally. Allow me to book you a room right away and give you whatever it is you desire. It will be our distinct honor here, for quite certain!"

The host appears out of nowhere, giving the draconic guest a pause. But he chuckles and reaches into his robe, pulling out a bit of parchment. "Hey, no need for a room. I'm just visiting, is all. I'm looking for this guest of yours."

The host blinks and leans in at the drawing. "Bright blue scales, carrying a book. Why, that looks to be one of the finalists of the Tournament, albeit at a much younger age."

"Heh, can't help it. She was always a cutie, but you have to admit that this is the pinnacle of adorableness."

"Sir, you're talking about a Champion eroarcanist."

"I'm talkin' about Izon. So, where is she? You said you would give me whatever I desire. Well, I desire to see her."

"Haaa... yes, right away. Let me just look up her room number for you and let her know you're coming, mister..."

"Engy will do," the dragon responds.

The blue kobold appears with a blip of light right beside them, only to immediately hop up and wrap her arms around the dragon's massive leg. "Dad!" she cries out. "It's been so long. How are you?"

"Hey there!" Engy says, patting the kobold on the head. "Look at you, all grown up and taking on the whole cosmos by storm. All that studying has really done ya well, hasn't it?"

She nods, giving her father a squeeze. "It has, it has. You've been following everything?"

"How can't I? It's all anyone ever talks about. A sexfight Tournament... I had always thought those things were a part of a bygone era. Eh, they say that history works in cycles, but what do I know?"

Letting go, Izon produces one of her many books from her person. "Oh, that's fine, Father. There are many things people don't know. I've been using that lack of knowledge to my advantage by supplementing my own. There's so much that eroarcana and sexcraft can teach someone, but, uh, I suppose that's a topic that you and I shouldn't be going too far into detail about, huh?"

Engy shrugs. "We can skim over the finer details. But you got time to walk around town with your old man, don't ya?"

"Well, I am only going up against Draykan after all. I defeated him soundly in my last match against him. Sure, we can go, but I'm not sure what there is around here to see."

Engy hides a frown with a proud papa's smile and pats her on the back. "Well, then, why don't we roam around and find out what's around here together, huh?"

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The statue park that takes up a good majority of the city is a beautiful place for those taking a stroll to enjoy themselves. With a snack bought from a roadside stand in their hands, the two can just find a bench, plop down, and enjoy the afternoon air.

"So," Engy says, munching on a piece of fried treat, "I've heard about this new teacher of yours, Tik Tik, through the grapevine. She seems nice. I'm glad you found her."

"She's fine," Izon says, "but too short-sighted. Her concern is making friends when she has a platform to really do something important--to be someone that is remembered as the greatest throughout all of history."

"Yeah, and you have some ideas, do ya?" Engy asks this, leaning back. "Starting by ultimately humiliating a dragon. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you resent dragonkind."

Izon's eyes widen. "Oh, no, no, no. Gah, dad, sheesh. Of course, I don't resent dragons."

"Why do you seek their power and to upstage them with it, then? I agree, the stuck-up aristocrats in the rat race of proving themselves superior to all living things are annoying and all."

"They are, and my opponent is one of them. He's crude and arrogant, and he-"

"You got all that just by talkin' to him, huh?"

"What, I mean, no I...."

"You're judging the guy before you even talk to him? Heh, and after you fucked him, too, no less."

Izon buries her head in her hands. "D... daddy..." she groans.

"What, you didn't think I'd be cheering you on all the way through? I'm no prude, you know. You're a grown woman. You can do what you want with whom you want, but I gotta say, dragon... isn't a good look for you."

"But-but Dad, I want to be as strong as a dragon and not some weak and pathetic creature! I don't want to survive in this world just because of someone else's kindness--to be so weak that when I'm left alone, I have a chance to just... just expire and to leave all of my knowledge as vapors in the wind."

"Ah, so that's it, is it? Sit back, kid. It's time I give ya 'the talk.'"