Dominic finished the wall just in time for dinner, but there was still no gate, so anyone could walk in and out of the estate.
That was fine, he decided. They didn't want to make the house look unwelcoming, just like it could be properly secured. If they really did come under siege, he would be better off completing the wall and hanging a ladder for people to enter by than building a gate.
Dominic turned in before dark, completely exhausted from the intensive magical output, and woke early the next morning, planning to head to the forge to create a few items for the Merchant Guild caravans.
Pops had the production for the residents well in hand, and the Forge should have more than enough room for them both.
But Dominic was running low on spare parts for rifles, and he still didn't have his spells up to the level that [Clay To Steel] would create suitably high-quality metal to resell the pistols at higher levels.
