When I thought it wise to stay overnight at the construction site, I thought wrong.
I worked myself to the bone, heaving wooden beams all by myself long after the others had left. King Gormander wants this tower finished before the northern troops fall in... It won't change much, I reckon, but it ain't my place to pipe up.
In a brief moment of rest, I dozed off. What followed was either a dream or a warning. The ground shook. A deep vibration, rhythmic and distant, reverberated into my ear and echoed through my head like a tidal wave.