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Sigurd stood up and smiled at the two women and then sent his other foreman off to help the rest of the coaches and gazed at James as he jumped down onto the grubby path. "You shouldn't smoke." Sigurd finally said as they passed into the entrance hall, then shortly after with a hush in his voice. "Women." A subpar standard at making his only useful foreman laugh, if there was anyone that deserved to talk with old man, it was him.

Castle Waechter. It sounded german to him, and that was enough to make him despise it. "Nazi architecture." Sigurd said aloud, the engineer felt the bile rise in his throat and he spat on the floor, using his foot to rub it into the planks.

'That's from my boy' Sigurd thought. The old man made a grunt to get his foreman's attention and threw his head towards the dinner hall.