Maliah slumped into an armchair, all muscular soreness had already been washed away by her superior constitution, but she had held back the natural recovery rate for until after meeting with Loimos, who was luckily currently in an office room of the great wall, allowing for a much soft seat to be within reach, one of magnificent undead craftsmanship, way overdone comparatively to the amount of comfort the undeads required, which was none.
Still, they produced and created all sorts of things anyways, they had already taken part and developed entire industries that one could accurately determine to be of near zero interest to a nation composed of naught but corpses, but one also needed to see further than just the tip of the iceberg, those items, goods and inventions they produced tons upon tons of might just reveal useful in the long term.