<em><strong>Week Six</strong></em><br/><br/>Have the aspirants forgotten about the guild district? The heartbeat of the city, where the working class earn their name and the merchant class acquire the products and the inventors too wild for the university wreck havoc and innovation?<br/><br/>It appears so. Vorla begins to despair that she will have to be in charge forever, always administering, never creating. She sighs as she stares longingly at her forge, then returns to the accounting tomes in front of her...