Rutile nods. This whole endeavor is part of their repentance - if not to Aifaran, then certainly to themselves - for their behavior during the storm. "It was so strange, to have so many buildings destroyed, and in such a random manner. I want to make sure we build them sturdy enough to last, this time."

For perhaps the third time in thirty minutes, Rutile picks up their notebook, adjusts the pages, and puts it back down, laying their pencil on top of it. Surely someone else from the committee ought to be here by now...

"You haven't seen anyone out there, have you? I came early, and no one else I recognize has deigned to show up."