"So tell me, Mylo. How long do you estimate it will take to construct the additions I asked you about?" Goran inquired the elderly man with a slight hunch following him.
The man's wrinkled face crumpled with a bitter expression as he responded hesitantly, "Mister Rasmus, that's a little difficult to say. When you called me in and commissioned the project, I assumed that it was somewhere close to the city. But this place..."
The man still shuddered when he recollected the gruelling, backbreaking carriage ride from the city to this out-of-the-way village. Being of advanced age and lacking the robustness of a mage's physique, Mylo had to sit through a torturous ride whose after-effects were still reverberating through his bones.
