The morning sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Sorne as Jack made his way toward the new industrial district.
Seraphina accompanied him just like before.. The transformation of the city continued to astound him.
The sound of hammers on anvils rang out from multiple directions, punctuated by the calls of vendors hawking their wares and the rumble of cart wheels on stone. The air carried scents of fresh bread, woodsmoke, and the distinctive tang of metalwork.
All indicators of a thriving economy built on the foundation of a dragon corpse.
"Young Master," Seraphina said, her voice carrying easily over the urban cacophony, "the factory complex has exceeded even your most optimistic projections. Production capacity has tripled since your departure, and the housing units are nearly complete."
Jack nodded approvingly, noting how his personal handmaid had grown into the short time he was gone.
