He returned early in the morning, to check on the progress. As he approached the plot of land he had picked out, he almost didn't recognize it. Nicholai blinked once, twice, before rubbing them with the palms of his hands. It had changed so much in just a few hours! His minions, those pour souls whom he had reanimated earlier, had been hard at work. The weeds and grasses were nearly cleared, and the large chunks of debris had been hauled away. Nicholai looked around, and couldn't help but laugh aloud, as he noticed that the trash had been piled in a neighboring section of land, which apparantly was being used recently as a garden. Shaking his head, still laughing a bit, he approached the spot he had chosen, his hands spread before him.

"Well done my children! You are even more efficient than I could have ever imagined! Why, at this rate, we'll be up and running in no time at all!" He stated, with very genuine enthusiasm. Unfortunately, the creatures only looked up at the interruption, then continued with their work, not having the capacity to care about what he was saying to them.

Now, Nicholai had another issue that must be dealt with, and quickly. He was no architect. How could he build the sprawling center of immorality and decadence, without buildings. He rubbed at his chin for a moment, thinking. The plans must remain quiet, or Anne would be very upset with him, and that just wasn't something he wanted to deal with. Especially with the wedding fast approaching. He would have to find someone who could be discreet, but good at their job. Running through his mind, he could not think of ever running into anyone in Rhy'Din with this particular skill.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. He was not limited to the Rhy'Dinian population. He could easily make a quick trip back to Earth, and find a suitable planner there, and the person would be easy to keep silent as they would be unknown to the populace here, and could be contained without being missed. Nicholai's hands rubbed together, and his trademark grin appeared once more.

There was much work to be done. With that, he spun on his heel, and headed for the Inn.

It was late in the night as Nicholai again approached the site. His mind was elsewhere though, so he did not notice the large hole that had been dug in the previous day, until he fell into it. Rising to his knees and rubbing the dirt from his clothing, he looked around, and realized he was in what would soon be the foundation to his new venue. It had already been dug out, and the materials hauled away to some unknown location. Once again, he was amazed at the efficiency of his undead minions, and the speed at which they worked. What was better, was the fact that they needed no food, no sleep, no rest, and, best of all, no pay.

Getting to his feet, Nicholai stepped out from the hollowed out area, and walked over to the trailer, where the lights were still glowing from within. He removed the spell from the door that kept the old man contained inside, opened it, and stepped up. There, hard at work over a stack of blueprints, was Mr. Gaudi. The architect was so entralled in his work, that he failed to notice Nicholais entrance, and was quite startled when a hand gently landed upon his shoulder. Laughing lightly, Nicholai spoke to ease the mans nerves slightly.

"Fear not, it is only I. You have been hard at work I see and your accomplishments have not gone unnoticed. However, as you are still quite human, I do require that you rest on occasion or you will burn yourself out." He pointed to a nearby table where a silver tray sat, filled with food. "You have not even touched any of the local fare that was sent to you. Antoni, you must take care of yourself. Failure is not something I take lightly."

The elderly man looked at Nicholai through bloodshot eyes while he spoke. Once there was a pause, he spoke up. "Master Nicholai, I do only as you requested of me. I want to return to my home, my family, and the sooner I finish this task, the sooner I hoped to do so."

"That is admirable, but you will not do well if you hunger and are sleep deprived. You will sleep now, and continue in the morning. I will give your current updates to the creatures outside, and let them work on what you have done so far." With that, Nicholai waved a hand across the mans head, and Antoni instantly fell into a deep sleep. Nicholai gathered up the finished documents, walked back outside and replaced the spell upon the door. He handed the work to the nearest worker, and walked away. He needed to find Ariana for there were some things that needed to be discussed with his beautiful, young partner.