The next morning arrives peacefully, the sun rising on the growing city, as more refugees and workers arrive, from the smaller cities, now rebuilt. It almost seems that, at the rate of growth, this once-small town may rival Brindol in size. It's entirely possible that, over the centuries, the Vale will split into two separate halves; Brindol and its lord on one side, and the Lord of the Witchwood and Drellin's Ferry on the other, assuming Brindol doesn't simply collapse and end up consumed by the other, the Vale not having enough trade to support both halves. It will likely depend heavily on if the lizardmen and Yuan-ti bring additional trade and wealth to the area, or drive it away, and if the Thornwaste is turned into usable farmland.<br/><br/>For now, however, the city needs time and effort to recover into something usable. With the added efforts of the additional craftsmen, as well as the disguised deity, Solar, and dragon, progress is impressively quick, especially with the druids working together to produce wood and stone, without harming the landscape as much as gathering the materials manually would have; Maura asks Draiss if he can spend the day helping with that, using his 'magic', giving him a knowing wink.