Looking out of his bedroom window, Henry's eyes landed on the wall surrounding the city. Three of the four walls had been finished which meant that they were perfectly on time for the plans he had set forth for the construction.
As usual, he did things fairly, considering the needs of the working class he commanded around. They would do it faster if he told them to but he would rather see precision and seriousness going into the wall. After all, it was supposed to stand for long enough to protect the posterity of those who would eventually move into the protected area.
A dusting of snow had fallen on Tenetium but it was only a hint of what lay ahead.
