I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve watches closely as Sera seems to produce the building model out of no where. Her eyes go wide and she's enraptured by the process of drawing and rendering of the future Halenani. A thought occurs to her suddenly as she sees the height of the building, "Oh, this seems important, but it's in Torchline. It suffered because of monsoons. Is the height a problem? Should it be lower?" She asks, sitting up slightly as she considers the building in front of her.
"We have thirty workers now. I want to have up to fifty. Many of them live on site. Maybe it would be better to have a separate living area for them? Then have a building that's just for working?" Maeve muses, pursing her lips in thought as she picks up her drink, taking a long sip from it. Their food arrives a moment later, two steaming plates placed in front of them. The waiter is careful to avoid the papers and books.
"We have thirty workers now. I want to have up to fifty. Many of them live on site. Maybe it would be better to have a separate living area for them? Then have a building that's just for working?" Maeve muses, pursing her lips in thought as she picks up her drink, taking a long sip from it. Their food arrives a moment later, two steaming plates placed in front of them. The waiter is careful to avoid the papers and books.
Maeve
