Prowl no longer had an office. He’d decided that he had no right to establish one and claim the equipment when he couldn’t do the work that made an office necessary. Instead, he’d chosen an unused set of storage rooms and set up the smallest as his quarters, the adjacent one for Stormfront, and the largest for the unpowered, gradually spreading model of Iacon’s Oolit, Buj Deo, and Klise districts. He’d taken his new project to heart and researched it in meticulous, obsessive detail, in the surviving historical files and in the aerial scans and scout mapping forays. He was accounting for every data fiber and each ounce of concrete, and trying to leave “room” for architects and designers to rearrange his plans without completely negating the utility of his work.