.. yes, I'm fine. ..... No, you didn't wake me. In fact, I've got a little gossip for you when you get back ... no, not now .... really? Well..."At t...is point the door closed, but I knew exactly what this was about, I couldn't help myself and went and had a sneaky listen."...the one I was talking to yesterday when you dropped the tickets off? ... I thought so too! We went to the film ... yeah, and that's not all! ... I hope you don't mind? I know, I know! It's so unlike me. No, of course I. So far.I took great glee in raining flame from above. I dove and burned ground troops until I ran out of fuel. I landed and started in with my body, opening holes in the enemy's line, so the demons could rush in and start wedges to break up the enemy line.I grabbed for my Chaos line, and found it. I felt it, as surely as I felt myself breathe. I inhaled, and spat a bolt of pure Chaos at those in front of me. As surprised as the enemy was, I was even more surprised!I did it again and again. I. Grant explained he was a glass blower, and that Heather was an assistant to a potion maker. Both had come here about a year ago upon hearing of the fine pay for tradesmen at the complex. They had met as a result of their complimentary trades and started seeing each other.Danica told them she was a student of magic, and the subject turned toward her trying to learn the artistic skills necessary to create magic items. She expressed interest in working in glass. Grant appeared to settle down when. “I know working hours are over but is it okay with you to take those plans to him, now?” he asked politely.The reason he was being this kind was that the office had a strict rule, ‘Give your 100% while working, but not to work even for one minute after the working hours are over.’ So this time he was requesting Pramila to break that rule, which is why he was doing all this unnecessary convincing.“Yes, sir!” were the only words she spoke after which she started wrapping up her work so as to do.