the stones themselves

Morgan

the glacier

I'm king of the land,
I'm a ruler of seas

Morgan laughed quietly at the duo act the brothers provided as they walked up, giving Neron a smile that was perhaps a little fonder than the one she gave Loren, but it would be barely noticeable to anyone not looking for it. "All I need you to do is listen and lift." She reassured, going to the first pile of supplies, a series of rough-made bricks. "The plan that we drew up has a base made of these."

On the ground before them there was a square of the bricks already made. "We build this up to about three feet, then within here the designer had the idea to place some treasures." Personally, she half-felt it was a waste, but Morgan had never been a particularly devout follower of the Gods, and she didn't know well enough if Frey would care to deny it. "Those I will place myself, because we aren't displaying them out here on the street, for obvious reasons."

Instructions given, she went to lift a brick herself and take it over, beginning to construct a small cube in an interlocking pattern. "It is looking like we will have this project completed in time for Deepfrost. It will be good to have the Citadel a reasonable temperature, don't you agree?"

Treasures and crowns wouldn't mean a thing
If I only had a heart