From then, the days bled into each other. The palace went from a skeleton to a masterpiece. We used a mix of polished limestone for the floors and ironwood for the vaulted ceilings.
I'd even managed to get Oryn to help me design a primitive 'ventilation system' using hollowed-out logs in the walls so the rooms stayed cool during the approaching summer heat. And we could always cover it up during the winter as well.
And then, just like that, it was the day.
The palace was finished. The walls had already found their foundation, ready to be overseen by Oryn and the rest.
My job is literally done.
I'll watch from the side as they work, and I'll visit from time to time to make sure there's nothing wrong. Especially with the inverted spikes aspect. That needed to be solid.
At sunset, I stood in front of the wall construction, the silence finally returning as the workers headed home for a well-earned rest, only to start again tomorrow.
Ah, tomorrow.
