Ashtanshire is a bustling little village with a prosperous economy. New buildings dot the countryside. Life is everywhere, especially on the docks, which are large enough to take in most vessels. The land has never known war and the intimidating castle overlooking the countryside may well keep it that way.
The construction of the wall had begun. One crew was hard at work digging several meters down for the footings to be placed in. Then the masons began to build the wall farther from the ground. Some of the spoil dug out of the ground was mixed with other rock pieces from the quarry and filled back in between the walls.
The crane was in place now, making progress on the wall much faster and easier. The operators were in good spirits, having been freed from their job of pushing/shoving/dragging the stones up the scaffolding, and were singing as they walked around in circles to hoist another heavy load of filler rock and another passenger.
