<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Amaltheia<br/></span></div><br/>"I'll let the builders know," Amaltheia agreed, taking a sip of her tea. "We'll need to hire more people to put a wall up at the jungle. That terrain is going to be difficult for them to tame before they build. I'll make certain that the necessary people and tools are requisitioned. I'll take a look at the map and work with them to figure out the watch tower locations as well." It would be good for everyone to see that they were taking steps to protect their security. The merchants would also appreciate more secure access in and out of their area.<br/><br/>She nodded at his question about the pirate situation. "Yes, it's been dealt with. We have people still keeping an eye on the situation as well." She frowned at his mention of those from the desert. "The Zunists, yes, I can scry on them. I'm uncertain if their language differs, so I may not get as much from it as I would like. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to watch for with them?" It seemed that every day there were more things to have to worry about. Between the animosity between Trystan's brothers and unknown people coming into the city, as well as the pirates, she felt pulled in ten different directions trying to keep track of (and scry on) all of them. It was exhausting to scry so often, but worth the knowledge they gained from it.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111593">@Lewi</a>