William Oh invented the Laurence Emeris Anchorite Bullet Launcher. (patent pending)Jason Salazar. Will jolted out of bed, hands curled into claws as he tied to seize his dream-opponent’s clothes.There was nothing in the room but chill air and quiet snoring.Will ran through his Memory Key as he slipped out of bed, heading out to the balcony, overlooking his Stronghold, enjoying the handful of minutes he got while everything was still and quiet, before he was drawn back into the raging current of the day.How do you make food a fixture of the land? Will mused. That was the requirement to create a resource node of meat.A ‘fixture’ implied it had to sit there for quite some time, be nearly inextricably bound to the land itself.Obviously it was hard to do that with food without ruining it.How else am I going to pay Aguilion with infinite food?Will had two ideas, and neither of them were particularly appealing.Dry and salt the shit out of enough meat to feed the entire stronghold, until it was nearly inedible and then bury it for a year before attempting to turn it into a resource node.Or freeze the food. Use an ice made to flash-freeze the same quantity of food, making the ice itself into a permanent fixture of the land…somehow.Salty and tough, seasoned with dirt, or freezer-burned. Which one would a dragon be less adverse to?The question was moot at the moment, since Aguilion hadn’t shown up.Will glanced behind him at the bed, beckoning to him with the illusions of comfort. It promised that he’d be able to sink back into the down-feather mattress and surrender his consciousness to sleep…but he knew it was a lie.Will would just lie there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the day to start.And while it would be comfortable, it would only give him more room to think (...)