The morning arrived cooler than the previous day, a slight breeze carrying the smell of earth and fresh timber across the farmland.
Darion rode out with Garren and Seren, the three of them making their way along the familiar path that led to the construction site.
When they arrived, the carpenters were already there, moving between the marked sections. They had definitely arrived earlier and had started work since then.
Wooden stakes covered the ground in neat patterns, each one marking a corner or a boundary that had been carefully measured the day before.
The carpenters moved between sections, checking their work, adjusting stakes that had shifted slightly overnight, and marking measurements into the soil with the tips of their tools. Piles of timber sat waiting at the edges of the site, the raw wood still pale and fresh, smelling of sap and forest.
