Poul traversed the hallways, making his way to the opulent drawing room as Jonathan assembled the newly recruited engineers brought in by James Russel. Within moments, Jonathan's voice echoed through the corridors, beckoning the engineers into the elegantly furnished chamber. As they filed in, their eyes fell upon Poul, who was meticulously sketching schematic diagrams that had become all too familiar to them during their countless hours of contemplation.
"So that's Poul Nielsen, huh?" whispered one engineer to his colleague, the awe in his voice barely contained.
"Indeed," came the hushed reply, the engineer's gaze lingering on Poul's distinguished silver locks.
"Settle down, gentlemen," Poul commanded, his focus unwavering from the chalkboard as his hand deftly continued its work. "We shall commence shortly."
