The frigid temperatures of the day made what had already been grueling work all the more taxing. Though every volunteer who had been helping making repairs to the city's buildings were cold to the bone and fatigued to the point of collapse, it wasn't all bad. Between the workers' efforts and the expertise of Broddy's odd family, they had managed to finish repairs on four homes. It didn't seem like much, there were dozens left, but that was four less families that would need emergency shelter. That said, it seemed the Count's bold declaration that repairs would be made within the week was both frightfully ambitious and unlikely.
"This is a lot," Titus groaned as he sank into one of the parlor chairs at the Count's estate. "Will we ever finish? And even if we do, the rest of those bastards who started this disaster have yet to be caught. Won't they just try to destroy everything all over again?"
