Eventually, they reached their destination, a humble little building that looked somewhat disrespectful for a person who was soon to marry into the Taramatula family. However, Zorian knew from talking to Ulanna that this wasn’t the actual housing the Taramatula had assigned to Daimen. He had a spacious room in the central building, one much more fitting for someone like him, it was just that he mostly chose not to use it. He spent most of his time here, in this out-of-the-way guest building, which had been assigned to him as his own private workshop after he complained that his assigned room wasn’t secure enough to do his work in.
Daimen ushered them inside the building, which was overflowing with maps, strange devices, and what appeared to be old artifacts recovered from gods knew where.
