Eisen twisted they key within the lock, and watched as the temporary workshop slowly but surely collapsed in on itself, as the walls folded down onto each other. Before he knew it, only the door was left, and a moment later, Eisen was holding only that metal nail in his hand that this workshop started out as. With a smile, he pushed his hand against the wall, opening a small window into his storage space so that he could place this portable building back into its shelf.
Behind him, Millicent had a perplexed expression on her face. The only trace that was left of the workshop now was the small hole that the large nail had been pushed into, but nobody would ever be able to guess that someone had set up a building here for a day.
"Then let's go, we need to get started," the old man said, "If we're not careful, we'll be interrupted in the middle when my companions reach this city."
