Tenk didn't stay long in Falun. Not that it was not good to see his adoptive clan again, most of whom assumed he was a distant full cousin in the tangled heirachy of clannish relations of the mountain mining folk (he was actually a demi-uncle, but that is too long of a story to go into here).
so I was running around town (the rl one) fretting on how to finish up enough clocks to fill the two 4x4 foot panels I am supposed to fill, when my eye caught a self serve photo printing kiosk in the corner of the pharmacy. harumble! now it looks finished enough to show! I'm going to have to hit up Someone with a better graphics card for some more realistic photos than I am capable of capturing.
Mr. Underby loomed over the the counter of the central message depot giving his instructions.
"No ship or vessel will debarque until I have approved the passenger manifest. You will bring them all to me, personally. You will keep an eye to the sky to so that you do not miss any airtraffic bypassing the mast and sneaking into the city directly."