That fit the warden's understanding of Annan: how would someone from the bottom of society who had lucked into Lady Deepwinter's favor think of expanding the Dungeon? The answer was obvious. Everything Olmedo Just Right did was at Lady Deepwinter's command.
But the warden still gave it little thought. He would simply send the proposal to the City Lord's Mansion and let it follow the process Francois had described. He had no intention of lifting a finger—
"You've looked after me ever since I took this job..." Annan was still covering the kitten's ears. The adults' dirty business was not over yet. "So, out of gratitude, I took this on myself instead of asking Lady Deepwinter to speak to the City Lord's Mansion... The people above us are important, but Lady Deepwinter is more important still. If we complete her task, the Dungeon gets expanded. That means stability and an achievement to our credit..."
The warden was drawn into the future Annan described. "But a wall on that scale would take months at least. By then, Lady Deepwinter might..."
"I can do it in just one week. The faster we move, the more likely Lady Deepwinter is to notice. And in front of her, I'll say you handled the whole thing yourself..."
Thoroughly won over, the warden decided to push the Dungeon expansion through personally. He would do it tomorrow—no, this afternoon!
The warden's appreciation for Annan grew as well. "Are you sure you won't stay in Betar City? The warden's position will be yours someday..."
Annan merely smiled.
The warden was only flattering him. After all, being warden was worth less than being Lady Deepwinter's servant.
“So I recommended affordable, high-quality cement to them while I was at it. Five hundred Gold Narls for a wall that size