His gaze fell on the palace and Ruli went still. It should have filled him with awe; seeing the sheer size of it for the first time. But he felt pity. Having a home that size, where you could live with hundreds of people but never see them. Her whole surviving family, and all so far away. He wondered why she wanted it back, before remembering the power that came with it. And the threat its current captors posed to the whole capital. 

As it loomed closer, Ruli had to look away, growing unnerved at what he was fighting for. Not just to help her and her family, but to correct a wrong doing in an entire empire. All of Amria. It was larger than anything else he'd done. Ever. When they stopped at last outside the gates, hearing the men and women cheer for their empress, Ruli shifted his weight from foot to foot, stretching his ankles and calves when they were called in for the final touches. 

It reeked of body odor inside the tent. With how far they'd walked, and how many were standing here, Ruli wasn't surprised, and hardly minded. Ysaryn, however, wrinkled her nose for a moment until she adjusted. When Kire looked his way and asked about how long they needed, he turned to glance around the room. "[i]Do I have your permission to use my Touch later, to ensure everything was placed correctly?[/i]" He asked in elvish. 
Kire nodded. 
Ruli inhaled. "Depending on how many pairs of hands I need, and judging by the circumference of our grounds," He paused, calculating. "Hour and a half to have the wards ready. Not including the I need to make finishing touches and distribute. Two hours including that. And I will need to use ... eh, my ability, to make sure everything is in the correct place, so I will need to confirm with everyone who helped place. If I don't need to correct anything, two and a half hours. Give or take a few minutes."

Ysaryn whistled, impressed. Ruli ignored her. "If I could have a tent to place everything and finish, I'll begin the last of what I need done."