Ben had just managed to take a breather from the countless trivial tasks in the workshop. Guiding these hopelessly inept fellows taxed his patience immensely. However, just as the old man found a moment to sneak out for a breath of fresh air, he saw Brand and his two companions standing outside.
"Master Ben." Brand smiled upon seeing him. He hadn't come just to stroll around and enjoy the snowy scenery; the news of the Pallas army gathering weighed on his mind. He had to begin implementing his plans step by step.
"What is it?" Ben opened his mouth, "Is my lord here to check on the progress of this old man's work?"
"I wouldn't dare." Brand shook his head. "I just thought of an idea."
"An idea?" Ben was slightly taken aback. Seeing the four standing in the snow, he quickly said, "Anyway, do come inside if you don't mind the noise and dirt of this place—"
