Huh? Infinite!? Who did this guy think he was, some kind of god!? True, he is incredibly powerful, but even the strongest  magical beings couldn't just make some infinite other plane. Just having this little pocket space should have been super impressive! But Gobul just found it "cool". This guy was surprisingly difficult to impress.

Hylltywyll was about to reply, smugly sharing just a little tidbit of information on how he was so magically powerful, but then he stopped at a sudden realization. How did he become powerful? Where did his magic come from? He didn't remember learning it from anyone. He was self taught, wasn't he? He knew he wasn't always this strong. He'd been embarrassingly powerless before, stuck in dumb situations that he couldn't do anything in, but now he had his own little pocket dimension to call his own. He didn't always have that.

It was like he'd just slowly remembered his abilities over time, growing more powerful, but he didn't remember where he'd gained them previously in order to remember them. It was an odd thing that he'd never actually thought about before. If he tried to remember that far back, it was like trying to see through a dark fog.

"Hmph! I'd never share the source of my power you know. That's a secret. If you want to become powerful, you'll have to do it yourself." Hylltywyll replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a huff. He didn't want to admit that he didn't actually know how he became powerful, so he just made up some excuse.

Gobul smiles at the small creature as he listens to Hylltywyl's explanation of his powers. Hylltywyll is right, everyone has their path to greatness, they just have to be patient. He just has to keep trying, and maybe he can make a machine that can actually fly.

The small dracoling jumps up from the floor of Hylltywyl's home with a new look on how he will make his machine. "Maybe your right, I have to do this on my own. Only I can take the steps to improving my own crafting techniques," he says with a smirk of determination. He might have to spend more time at his workshop, but it will be worth it.

Gobul looks around the room once more to try to find an exit. "You've inspired me to keep working and I would like to thank you friend for helping me realize my potential, but I must be off if I want to work on my inventions before dark." Maybe one day he can show Hylltywyll how much he has progressed in his power, but that will be later. He reaches out his hand for a hand shake, but this time as a farewell.

Hylltywyll reacted to Gobul calling him friend much like one would react to suddenly being spat on. A bit of disgust, surprise, confusion. Why would this Dracoling think he's a friend? He spied on him, tricked and practically kidnapped him, pulled him into a dark room, stole from him, and gave him nothing in return, not even a real answer to a single one of his questions.

"Hm. Okay, exit's right here." He replied suspiciously, but lead Gobul to a door that had hardly been visible. It was no surprise Gobul hadn't been able to see it even with the help of his torch. The door, like all the doors in this place, was connected to a dark shadow somewhere.

"Go on through." He said, ushering the Dracoling through the little door. It was a good thing he was small. Not as small as Hylltywyll, but still small. Otherwise, he might not have fit through the shadows that the tiny Fairy found perfectly convenient for getting in and out of the shadowy pocket space.

What Gobul didn't know was that Hylltywyll was pulling one final prank on the poor Dracoling. This door did go back to Sol City, but it didn't go back to the alleyway where they'd first entered. Instead, he would be climbing out from beneath a pew in the Temple of the Sun.

Gobul put a big smile on his face while walking towards the exit. Before he walks through the door, he stops to face towards Hylltywyll. He gives a small bow before putting back on his goggles. "I hope one day I become as strong as you."

He puts out the fire as walks through the door. All of a sudden, Gobul bonks his head on the top of something wooden as he crawls out onto a stone floor. He looks around to see the interior of a large temple. Maybe Hylltywyll forgot where they were.
Different attendees and worshippers look at the small dracoling in confusion as he crawls up from the shadows like some sort of demon.

He turns to look back at the shadows behind him to try to talk to Hylltywyll. "I hope to see you soon friend," Gobul loudly exclaims. As he turns to leave, a priest chases after the young dracoling, yelling at him to get out of this place of worship. Gobul panics and quickly scurries out of the temple, apologizing profusely to the priest as he goes.