Old School Striking King smacked Cunlü, who was about to cheer, and struggled to keep her composure. "What do you require of someone who raises a White Dragon?"
Edna brightened at once. She knew her Terrasil Elf friends well; that reaction meant they were interested. "It's simple... Just feed them well... and then..."
But the floating Ruth cut her off. "Miss Edna, this must have the approval of the Terrasil Elves' leader... His Majesty William is waiting on the other end of the Space-Time Divine Artifact. Please take your White Dragon lady to the Alchemy Hall to discuss a more suitable arrangement... Not every Terrasil Elf is suited to becoming a White Dragon's master...
"His Majesty William won't refuse, but he must impose some restrictions. Otherwise, Elves and White Dragons with poor self-control might get together and cause far too much trouble.
"The Terrasil Elves must be careful about what they do in Toril. Otherwise, the great Overgod might expel them outright... and they aren't ready to leave this world so soon."
Edna nodded hesitantly. People in Toril had never thought White Dragons capable of causing any great trouble. She had no idea why Sanda King's leader took this so seriously. And what can I do? she wondered, at a loss.
To Edna, this had seemed like something she and her friends could settle in a few words. There were so many people in Sanda King's guild, while Arveiaturace's White Dragon clan numbered only a few hundred.
Old School Striking King folded her arms and demanded, clearly displeased, "Edna asked us! Is William planning to cheat us out of our share?
"I've already recorded what she said...
"If you reach an agreement, we'll definitely be among the first to get dragons, right?"
Part of what she said was cut off.