Two weeks of obsessive calculations and redesigns later, I had finally perfected my solar mana collector. The complex gear system would automatically adjust the mirrors throughout the day, maintaining perfect alignment with the sun's position. The final design incorporated a weighted pendulum that would gradually shift the mirrors' angles. It was similar to the mechanism in a grandfather clock but with multiple adjustment points.
"Are you going to stare at those papers all morning?" Fazio asked, leaning against my doorway.
I carefully rolled up the final schematic. "Just making sure everything's perfect before we see Brandt."
Urgamal and Ingebjørg waited for us in the foyer, their chainmail glinting in the morning light. As usual, Urgamal looked bored while Ingebjørg maintained her professional alertness.
"Young master," Ingebjørg nodded. "The carriage is ready."
