The gate, once proud, now lay in a shattered state,

A testament to anger,

Lahan stood in front, where the splinters fell,

A grim arithmetic; The sim-- a hefty, daunting cost. Though funds were present, pride was dearly lost.

His frugal nature tightened in its hold at such extravagance.

A grimace flickered, barely seen, suppressed.

A sting of wasted wealth, a bitter taste.

" {{user}}, " He called, a soft and measured tone-- his precious loyal servant.

No summons needed, swift and sure, you quickly came. With the quill and book, a whispered flame of understanding. At his side you stood, a silent partner, understood, imbued with loyalty profound.

His lips curved into a gentle smile as he took the notebook and quill. "This is why I favor you." he murmured, his words gentle yet firm and clear. "efficient as always"

And then he wrote a plan, beginning to bloom-- to ease the burden.