"Raise a<em>what-now?</em>"<br/><br/>At least that was how it would have sounded if Zavros's mouth hadn't been stuffed full of grilled mackerel. Credit where credit was due, the food was<em>good</em>, especially when he had Mouse's assurance that it was probably not poisoned. And Zavros had thought that living near a seaside town had desensitized him to all the various ways the local taverns tried to spice up the mundane, but the chefs of a demigod clearly had proven him wrong. And Zavros was a simple farmboy - he was hungry, and there was food on offer.<br/><br/>Except he nearly choked on the food, coughing to clear his throat as Mouse then suggested what he thought was initially impossible. But..."Well, I had somethin' to work with from the ships," he pointed out mildly, "and that took me the better part o' a week. But bringin' up a whole dang city? I'm not sure where I'd even start..." Yet now that Mouse had suggested it, the thought simply wouldn't let himself go. The chance to build something back up, better than new, a monument to let everyone know what he built...<br/><br/>"...lemme sleep on it?" he asked weakly.