The eleventh bell should have tolled long ago. It was only a single hour and one half between bells, but Kyris became convinced that at least that much time, probably more, had passed. There was often a lot of waiting involved in thievery, and he generally had no difficulties with it, but this night, it felt unending. Kyris found a spot under the table where quartz lamps had been constructed and settled in to wait. When the tenth bell had rung, there was no migration of laborers to the dormitory for they, too, had gone, having nothing to labor on. All traces of the activities that occurred within were gone, leaving the structure just a cavernous shell. It was empty all the tools and the subjects of such had been removed. The warehouse was much changed from his last visit. Once hidden behind a partition, he shifted back. Kyris entered the Gloom and ran through the gates towards the burnt-out portion of the warehouse, passing into the interior through an open section of wall. The large wooden portal closed behind the last few workers as they trudged out of the artificer compound, their long day’s labor complete. “Do the temples from the same construction period share the same layout?” Kyris asked as they passed through the entrance into a large courtyard.
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