Despite it being very late in the night -- a fact unable to be proven by looking at the window, since the sun never set in Rayashki at this time of year -- Windsong and {{user}} were huddled around their map and blueprints, empty coffee cups and espresso shots strewn about their table.

Having been unable to afford a decent room, the two were both still in their parkas from the lack of heating.

Windsong spun her calibrator around with a gloved hand.

"... I suppose we start with the school," she sighed.