The new castle upon Namadii was coming along nicely, the combined efforts of the grateful populace and thousands of droid workers meant that there was never a moment where construction stopped and over half of it was now completed. The private quarters were to be the last thing's built, Artorigas still splitting his time between Serenno in the East and Exegol to the far West. Luckily that meant the more grander parts where ready for him to impress all who visited the Kingdom of Avillion, he had already watched a hundred people be shown through the giant gilded doors into the giant entrance hall, their jaws scraping the floors, their eyes as wide as stars.
The throne room was still a building site, so he spent his time roaming the large halls, a dozen scribes around him passing him datapad's with information on Exegol's factories, Adumar's crops, Namadii's conscription numbers and a hundred more things. Most just required a thumbprint, something he willing gave knowing that the papers had been thoroughly looked over by trusted eyes, but others he spent time reading and understanding.
A bell tolled deep within the Castle, signalling one o'clock local time. His guest would be arriving soon if not already waiting in a side chamber, a rather interesting young Zeltron who Malou had informed him was not only a Force Sensitive but one looking for training. Let us see if Malou's eyes were clear....
@Eccles
