108 Chapter 36 - Invasion of Oldeth (2/2)
Werewolves of the Twisty Pines.
Furbolgs of the Hidden Glave.
Adventurers from all over Alandria too, poached from other guilds, individuals recruited from the land, or those who had heard of the Hero Guild's exploits all. There were too many, far too many. With more flooding in, Caster went wide-eyed as Kenji approached, feeling he had prepared only a tenth of what he should.
\”G-grand Master, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you would be bringing so many fighters-\”
The Grand Master clasped Caster on the shoulder and grinned.
\”This place is shaping up well Caster. Apologies about arriving early, but couldn't wait to get started. I've brought some extra adventurers too, so better look into purchasing some more living space - and don't worry, I've brought plenty of coin as well. Also I saw there were some churches nearby, checked it out and found the Merchants in this area give a pretty penny to each of the Three when they want to make a deal, setting up a branch of the Fourth seems likely to bring in lots of revenue, right?\”
\”The people would-\”
\”They are capitalists. Show everyone it makes them prosperous, and they won't care. Besides the Turthblade is about fighting and truth, rather hard to spin that as a demonic menace.\”
Caster watched mesmerized as Kenji's compatriots swept along into the hall and took over. They seized equipment, talked with group leaders, and generally merged themselves with the existing hierarchy.
And then they came talking to him, asking if he had considered setting up a trade hub here, a recruitment station, building a tavern of our own, purchasing areas along the same street to provide security, organising the scouted information in order of importance-
\”Let me get a quil, please, I'll get right back but I have to write this all down!\” Caster said urgently finding a way to get this all on paper. Meanwhile the Grand Master had already vanished back into Oldeth, not having arrived for five minutes without providing a week's worth of progress.
As the buzz of productive talk and work filled the hall to the brim, supplies and manpower were brought in and out and construction continued at a breakneck pace - Caster returned with his paper and quil to a series of expectant faces.
\”No need to rush, we just want to make sure you get this right. Better if you take it slow if that helps you learn,\” Violet said smiling.
\”We're all doing our best, so take your time human,\” added the Sun Elf Queen, Caster shooting off a sour look to a certain bard who had been approaching harp in hand.
\”Thank you, but I'm just excited. It looks like the Grand Master has mobilised every Guild in the league! Anyway, let's get started.\”
Putting ink to paper, Caster didn't stop writing down suggestions and plans until his arm was sore and night had fallen. When he finally looked up, he barely recognised the hall, the skeleton of what was to be a second floor already erect, and rows of bunkbeds positioned in rows for the time being.
Then came dinner, a great hearty stew that tasted better than anything Caster had eaten in months and prepared by a very small Furbolg.
Smiling as he accepted his bowl, Caster was very thankful to have the Grand Master and his allies on their side. This level of organisation, trust and good will...how coudl those who stole away Tenko possible stand against it?