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"If I put a few acolytes to work, by tomorrow afternoon?" Mira estimates. "Figuring you don't want the illuminated fanciness, of course."
"Certainly." Runner Thomos agrees, leading the group upstairs, out of the archives, and back to the courtyard. "Take a moment among yourselves." He paces several feet away, just enough to be out of earshot, but keeping the three visitors in sight. When the party is ready to continue, he leads them down a wide track between the palace and the eastern overlook. The sounds of hammering steel ring down the path, as engineers repair and produce the artillery surrounding the fortress. A burly man swings his hammer menacingly, bellowing orders at the engineers and soldiers under his command. "NO. NO. NO, For ire's sake! Put it IN THE DAMNED CORNER! It's no good to me here!" The veins on his forehead bulge as he fixes a steely gaze on the object of his wrath with his one good eye. "Stuff it. Just go. Come back in the morning when you're ready to pay attention!" The admonished soldier salutes the enraged man, mumbles a quick 'Yes, Chief Engineer, Sir!' and slinks past the group, hastening to get away. "And what do you want NOW, Thomos?!" he shouts at your guide, answering his own question before the Runner can respond. "Visitors? I don't have time for visitors, unless they're here to be put to work!" |
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