"So, how many of our workforce do you need from us?" he asks, his fingers drumming against the stone armrest of his chair.
"Few... to be honest, it's a years-long project before it's fully functional," I explain, leaning in to match his posture. "I just want some of your most skilled people. I need them to teach, supervise, and solve the complex problems that will inevitably pop up during the making of those wonders."
Durgrim's brow furrows in confusion. "What does that mean exactly?"
"What I mean is that the actual forgers will be from the lower forge district of our empire," I clarify. "I don't need your laborers. I need your skilled brains to guide and help them throughout the process. I want the masters, not just the muscle."
