The Head Witch of the Construction Coven is working on a huge dungeon, stones stacked high against each other. With a heavy and long hammer he bangs against a metal beam, easily burying it with two strikes. He wipes his forehead and turns around. He was supposed to construct this dungeon by himself.

"Were you sent by the Emperor, child? Or are you merely coming to observe me?" His voice is deep but gentle. Even if you are a wild witch and he most probably knows that, he doesn't really care.