While Rama and Krakas began striking up pleasant conversation, Rughoi was on the walls of the city, working alongside his brothers in arms. Kutur was running around, overtaxing himself working on almost every project, considering he was perhaps the only educated kobold within the city walls.

"You see, Your Might," he said between gasps and measurements with a complicated rope system. "It's a classic engineering equation I encountered studying in the human's Bythesea Empire. With two turns of the rop-"

"Telling me the measurements would be fine," Rughoi grunted, sliding in another brick almost as large as his torso.

"Ah yes, Your Might. Five breadths on the x-axis, or as you would say, across would be structurally sound." Kutur said, rifling through the sheets of parchment and adjusting the ropes.

"Good work. Now, I'd suggest searching the palace and appraising anything we could sell," Rughoi commanded, and Kutur bowed, then rushed off to the castle. Quickly, he swung open doors, giving the room a quick once over, looking at the potential valuables and quickly jotting them down on parchment. Then he arrived at the bathhouse, and saw a veritable fortune of statues, as well as . . . something else.

"Eep!" he cried, covering his eyes and turning away. "I'll . . . let you two get decent, if it pleases you."