Romon tore his gaze away, turning to look toward the poisonous marshlands south of Stone Town.
The toxic swamp had now been completely purified. In fact, it should more properly be called the Dwarven Factory Zone.
At this moment, the dwarves were still hard at work, heads buried in research. If they wanted to produce a product that could pass the tests, there was no room for shortcuts.
Suddenly—
Lukoff, watching the others arguing and nearly coming to blows, was struck by a flash of inspiration. He brusquely shoved aside a few dwarves crowding around the table and spread out a fresh sheet of blueprint paper.
In a flurry, his short, stubby fingers began to redraw the design. In an instant, what had been a hodgepodge mess became a blueprint with real promise.
