"Whitestone will rise in the Oasis Basin, a vast expanse over five times the size of the valley our current town occupies. That is where our Armourers, Mailers, and every blacksmith under our banner will have their own district, large enough to meet the demands of the growing army. Whitestone's location is perfect, it can support the growing Bighorn herd, the Giant Honeybee colonies, and stands close to the Ivory Mine, which also holds limestone for our walls and buildings."
Damien finally found his voice, though it was tentative. "My Lord… this project could take years. Where will the Armourers work in the meantime—?"
"It won't take years." Kaelor's interruption was swift, firm, and carried no room for doubt. "I've considered every angle. All Benjamin and the architect must do is create a model of Whitestone. Once all the materials are gathered, my gift will handle the rest."
Vi's brow arched, her tone skeptical but curious. "Will that truly work?"
