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Accomplished, they all having been assigned to assist Master Artisan Togan on the Tomlin project, and who shared his fate at the unmerciful hands of Serin Gell. Joel Glader, a two-bolt Accomplished had a beard, black hair, and a pale complexion, a common trait of his Pentrosan ancestry. Salla Chey, a one-Bolt Accomplished with long silky black hair and almond-shaped eyes, stood beside him. Her birth nation was Zune, the kingdom on the far northeast side of the continent. To her left was Sharon Caylis, also a One-bolt. She came from Fon Kay on the northwest side of Atlantan between Battencay and Demfilia. All three Aakacarns were Reservoirs of the Aqua Guild.
    “I appreciate your efforts,” Daniel told them and proceeded into the building.
    The interior was nearly an exact copy of building one, except the common room was half the size. To the left were two cherry-wood doors. “Come right this way,” Simon’s eager voice implored, and he moved swiftly to the first door on the left.
    Daniel followed with his entourage. Inside was an office with a cherry-wood desk and five chairs, the largest of which was behind the desk. The walls were light blue, the floor pale gray, and the ceiling white. Fires burned in six silver lamp stands spaced evenly from corner to middle to corner. “Thi s is a fine office,” he stated.
    “Simon formed the doors, desk and chairs,” Jerremy informed him.
    “Both of you did an excellent job,” Daniel added and gave Simon a quick pat on the back.
    “Come see the conference room we made for you,” Master Artisan Togan insisted.
    Daniel exited his office and went to the second door. The three-bolt Accomplished of the Stone Guild opened the door and ushered him in. “Seeing as you meet with generals, Royal Knights of the Realm, and other dignitaries, I thought it appropriate that you should have a place fitting for those occasions,” he explained, not that Daniel felt the man needed to.
    The room had a large shiny table made of obsidian, rounded at the edges, with twenty-two chairs, ten at the sides and one on each end, all made of the same substance contoured for comfort. Ten golden lamp stands were evenly placed from corner to corner, providing plenty of light. Like the office, the walls were light blue, the floor pale gray, and the ceiling white. Daniel was impressed.
    Tim Dukane, in his buckskins, red-dyed shirt and blue-dyed pants, leaned towards his wife Gina. “Any moment now these Aakacarns are going to start calling him Maestro and ask how they can serve him,” he whispered, although not soft enough.
    Daniel chuckled at the thought and shook his head at the idea, as if he needed another title tacked onto his name. With each title came responsibilities and he had plenty of those and sought no more. “You did well, Master Togan. They had the advantage at the conference in Fort Casum and tried to hinder me from entering Pentrosa, being unwilling to risk a war. With this room, they will be meeting me on my home turf.”
    “My thinking exactly,” Togan replied. “I am glad you approve.”
    “My son has said he wants to meet with the people outside as soon as is convenient for them,” Daniel’s mother, Miriam, reminded everyone with a mixture of pride and firmness in her voice. Her Auburn hair was a result of Grandpa Dupiron marrying Lillian Trelan, a native of the hill country of Battencay, near the western border of Ducaun, where most of the people in that region had bright red hair. “I’m sure you all have work of your own.”
    “Of course,” Oceanic Varroon spoke up. “We have more work to do on the interiors of the other buildings.”
    “As do we,” added Master Togan.
    Most everyone exited the building while Daniel went to his office and sat down behind the desk, the top and drawers of which were bare and empty. “I would appreciate it if one of you would go outside and grab some rocks and bring them here to me,” he requested.
    His parents, Tim, Gina, David, and