To build a nation...

Miezsko sat in a dimly lit room, pouring over maps of the greenbelt. He took a sip of wine. To one side lay a pile of papers detailing labor and material costs for several types of structures, covered in ink blotches and inevitably destined for a heap of crumpled papers on the floor. To put it mildly, this would be harder than he thought. Establishing a city from the ground up? The logistics of it were nightmarish. He had never done anything like this before, only having observed the procedures and methods of running an already established system. They would need men to reconstruct the old fort, they would need camps for the men, eventually houses. There would need to be food brought in, goods, supplies. Oleg would probably enjoy this. He had complained enough already about the busy crowded natures of cities for Miezsko to have taken notice, but this sudden influx of business might change his tune.
Miezko's hand stopped scribbling, and he sat up in his chair. Looking around the table at the scattered stacks of parchment, he was struck by the woeful inadequacy of his organizational talents. Why was he doing this alone? He hadn't even considered asking the dwarf. Apart from being an horrifically unstable diplomatic element when negotiating with masons and carpenters, he didn't seem to express an interest in the activities at hand. The holy man had never shown his intellect terribly brightly, however powerful a force he was in battle, and Miezsko hadn't entertained the thought of enlisting his aid. Why the hell was he doing this without Thorain though? Miezsko had always thought himself intelligent, but there was no denying Thorain's mind was a tier or three higher than most, and he would excel here. They were going to be busy when they got back, and he would make sure to grab Thorain right away. He might even be enthusiastic about this, why not?
Miezsko looked at the glass of wine next to him, picked it up, and downed glass's remainder. He poured himself another glass. Staring at the candle flame, he grinned and lifted his glass enthusiastically to it, a toast to the future. Not realizing how drunk he had become, he knocked over the candle, setting the most of the table ablaze.