Hirion was still at work, his men he left, his assistants gone. Yet he continued planning and counting resources, this project would take more than just one work day at a time. The walls needed improvement and more house's had to be built and then he had to find time and resources to begin creating firearms. Currently he had only a few sword and three pistols in stock, however with no bullet and powder they were nothing but fancy clubs. He sighed and looked oer the workshop once more. It had been the first thing he ordered built, it was warmer and drier than the rest as it served as there weapons stockpile as well. Tomorrow he get a force up and running then he would work on clock. They could start enforcing a curfew if they could get clock with bell chime working. Lonely was the work of a genius.