[He surveyed the younger man with a sharp gaze, noting the differences or rather the additions that made up for what Ragna had lost. The eye and the arm were all back, and there was no sign of the sacrifice that the other man had made in order to prevent complete destruction of the city. He understood now, and he was no longer clouded with the emotion that had sent him out in the streets on a fools errand in the first place. Ragna came back and seemed to not be any worse for wear about it.

He hummed a noise of acknowledgement and returned to his work examining the maps on his desk. City repairs would need materials and funding, both of which he had in considerable quantities.]

You mean you are checking in to do the job that you were hired for? Or is this a mere break before you return to Jinx?

[He picked up a pin and drove it pointedly into the map where he had a cache of supplies, and he didn't bother to look up again. Ragna should know the drill by now.]

There are considerable repairs needing to be completed in the city from. [He said that almost conversationally.] Do you recall that island off of Rumpitur? The one where Chosen and Aldrip citizens were sent to for sacrifice?