Delvahine yawns and nods, curling up on the bed again, and drifting back to a peaceful sleep, letting him whisk her away.<br/><br/>When he arrives at the fortress, he'll note that the outer shell is mostly completed, as well as the primary support structure, but little beyond that. "It's taking longer than you anticipated; between having to fight off invaders, and dealing with the weather conditions... whoever picked this layer to take over initially was, quite frankly, a fucking idiot. We've had to clear out three packs on fiendish animals, and that's just today."<br/><br/>Despite their chaotic tendencies, Kamariel seems to have whipped her forces into shape. She'd assigned most of the troops to guard duty, making sure nothing else invaded, while the other half was training or helping to build, adding that special, demonic touch. "We haven't had any new demons spawn here, yet, but we have attracted more than a few. Word of mouth, of your glorious victory, and all that. Mostly dretches, too stupid to know who they're serving, but we've found good use for them." She points to a small pack of them, hauling a massive stone block across an open space, to a Nalfeshnee, ready to make a statue out of it. "A few bigger ones. Mostly mercenaries or troublemakers. Not the best, but they're easy enough to intimidate into line, and put in places they won't cause too much trouble."