Jamie and the others slept peacefully at the establishment located near Dilon's house, their rest undisturbed by concerns about the prototype's development. The serene night progressed through its natural stages until daylight began filtering through the window, transforming darkness into gradual illumination.
Jamie was woken from his rest by a loud bang on the door, the sound too forceful to ignore or incorporate into dreams. He rose with the grogginess that accompanied abrupt awakening, navigating to the door and opening it to reveal the source of the disturbance.
A female dwarf stood in the corridor, her appearance suggesting middle years of life. Her hair, pulled back in practical style, showed iron gray strands mixing with darker tones. She wore working clothes rather than finery, fabric sturdy enough to withstand daily wear. Her expression carried no-nonsense quality that suggested patience for inefficiency ranked low among her virtues.
