Along the northern outskirts of Bendir Dale, a small group of people begin to work. They start to cut down and clear out a portion of the trees just north of where the militia stand, while others bring ox wagons loaded with stone. The copper kin known as Zelly can be seen assisting or directing them frequently as stone is gathered from the steady flow of carts. Gradually, a wall of pale granite begins to emerge only several feet south of the current location of the Bendir Dale Militia watch post.

Zelly and the workers seem to keep away from travelers, though there is some deviation as they work on redirecting a portion of the road to make room for the wall. They don't impede any travelers and always move well out of the way for any carts that pass by. The laborers are diligent and work as efficiently as they do quickly.

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Despite a few hitches, the workers in the Dale seem to continue to work diligently on the wall and gate. Zelly stops by more frequently, though no longer in her usual business attire. She wears loose clothing, with a small quiver of arrows at her belt. Thus far, though, she only carries a large magic bag attached to the other side of her belt with no sign of her bow. Most often, she is seen with a book, making notes, calculations, or sketches as she surveys the work being done. A certain seriousness settles about her when she's not speaking with someone, indicating that she gives the safety of her workers priority by far.

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Green robed woman continues working with even greater vigor then before, not looking at least perturbed by some incidents that she witnessed during last couple of days. She can be seen preforming the same ritual with each slab of granite some people could have witnessed during her work. She comes first on the job and leaves last, taking only small pauses for quick meditation. She seems far more wary of her surrounding though, and after each fitted stone she quickly surveys the area for possible trouble.

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"A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." - Antoine de Saint-Exupry

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Lieutenant Belalad Feiwallyan

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Pilineth sets herself with the other guards there fairly often

Crow would stop to talk on his way to or from the forest, or helping Aly'dra with her papyrus in the field nearby.

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The young kobold, Zeo would sit and watch them build the wall as he eats fresh hin bread and would keep an eye out for troublemakers that would harm any working on construction.

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Zeo, Great Kobold Sorcerer
Taal Datton, Half-Elven Ranger of Mielikki
Redelin Flintfar goodly cleric of Moradin.
Alaund Lolarox, enigmatic Weapon Master.

...on Amia

Cassandra passes by the construction site few times a day, stopping a few times to watch them work, her eyes filled with curiousity. And once in a while she's seen running past in a wild panic, as if she'd seen a ghost.. Only to return later with the same careless expression as usual.

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Nicha Hetfield, Triadic Knight
Cassandra Silverhart, Sorceress of Sune
Tahl'ezara Tir'end, Warrior of Sehanine

The construction in the Dale seems to already be nearing completion. Zelly, always accompanied by at least one other person, seems to have made sure that all workers involved are working quickly and diligently. Given her wary glances at the surrounding area and her frequent talks with the Militia, it may be obvious why the construction has been expedited with an almost fierce focus.

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After her impromptu separation from the isle, the young Chultan woman known as Crystal pauses by to watch some of the construction, albeit keeping a safe distance away. After a few minutes she gives a slight nod and murmurs "Good." before heading onward.

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Zrae'a'stra'fryn :: That which nightmares are made of
Khasir :: From the East a storm is coming