The constructs spend the better part of the day, exploring the city, and attempting to remain hidden, while searching for clues. Amaterasu, sitting by his side, senses his mind slipping off elsewhere, and takes the opportunity to molest his inert body, idly, enjoying the fact that he's probably aware of it. The gnoll god was quite a bit more comfortable at the personality shaping, now, making good progress, now that he'd rested, and knew what he was doing.<br/><br/>Near the end of the day, he receives a dispatch from the Shadow Stalkers in the field. "Sir, I think we've found something. No completed constructs, but a warehouse full of disassembled parts, that look like they're for the constructs. They're not marked with a destination, either."