Blueprints!
Time was always ticking, and Damien who was constantly battling a fight against time knew that even now despite the celebratory atmosphere, he couldn't afford to slack off.
Fortunately, before long, the celebration outside had turned into a low, the rhythmic hum of snoring dwarves and crackling bonfires resounded through the air.
While the city slept off the victory, a smaller, soberer gathering was taking place inside the secured workshop of the Old Clocktower.
Damien sat at a metal table, a piece of charcoal in his hand. Opposite him sat the new Prince Regent, Hephaestus, and the Grandmaster Artificer, Brokk.
Standing behind Damien were his shadow executives: Barnaby, clutching his golden abacus, and Cipher, blending into the corner.
