Bruce nodded. 
[color=0072bc]“This is the closest to a weapon’s store and manufacturing plant as they have access to.” [/color]
A brief explosion cut short all other noise from inside, followed immediately by an outcry of pain. Bruce cringed.
[color=0072bc]“They don’t have the resources that Tech-mo does, and as a result, despite the brilliance a few of them show for crafting, accidents are more frequent.”[/color] he said, scratching his chin and wandering onward at a pace that would let the newcomer hear him and take in everything. He looked overhead- the crystal that reflected the light of the moon and sun which served as a clock and the main source of light for the chamber in the center of the ceiling was nearing its peak shine. 
[color=0072bc]“There aren’t as many users of earth magic here as you might think,”[/color] he said, pointing out a sector of the first floor that had been blocked off. Various workers, men and women, were attacking the walls with picks and hauling away large rocks, carefully replacing crucial supporting boulders with metal rods. [color=0072bc]”And the ones that do live here are too few to help much with the construction since they have their own assignments.”[/color]
Bruce bowed his head slightly when one of the workers waved at him. Anyone who contributed to the cause of improving the lives of others, no matter how small their contribution might be, deserved respect.