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"Well, what do you think?" Isambard was feeling rather proud of himself. The residential blocks were well under way and in the town centre half the road of shops and businesses was complete. All he had to do now was rally the people, of course it would be first come first served. He would give them to those who sold essential goods and services first of course, then the others. There would still be space for a market for those who missed out.

Most of the shops were uniform, a front sales space, a back store room, small office and living space upstairs. There were a couple set up to be restaurants or bars. All good workers needed entertainment after all, some way to unwind and relax. He was stood in the centre of the reception room of a grander building, just off the main square. One had had designed for a specific purpose. There was a bar to its left, a hotel to the right and more shops and restaurants opposite.
“I know it’s not the Rose Garden but it will do for now.” It would have to do, until he grew in power and they were able to move on, to find a place to rebuild Albion. “Central, near other services.” he looked back at the petite, blonde djinn, waiting for her reaction.

Elora looked around the empty space. It was literally walls and floorboards, it smelled new, an odd sensation, she had been so used to the Rose Garden in its historic, beautiful building. This one was utilitarian, box like rooms, though it was certainly something she could work with.
“What do you think Cyrus?” She asked Isambard’s hulk of a right hand man.

Elora smirked a little at Cyrus' rather obvious reply and nodded.
"Indeed, it will take a lot of work." She walked across the room, the silks of her rather lush skirts swishing on the bare floor. "I was rather hoping for something a bit more complete. I'm not an interior decorator."

Isambard snorted at her reply.
"Maybe not but you could have a trophy in shopping." he gestured to the finery she had managed to conjure up from the market. "Beggars cannot be choosers Elora, you have a building, a blank canvas. I want you to revive the Rose Garden, I am sure there are some women out there who would like to ply their trade in a reputable establishment." He grinned. "We need to put the word out, get people in these shops, build business up." He walked over to Elora and reached out to tuck his finger under her chin. "You, my dear have the perfect face for advertising." He said as he tilted her head back.

Elora smirked up at him.
"Pick up where it all left off then." She replied. "I'll need Cyrus' help to get this all up and running."

Elora stepped back from the god and walked over to her fellow djinn.
"You don't want to help me." She pouted as she slinked over to him. "And I thought we were friends."

"Of course he'll help you." Isambard answered for his henchman, turning to look at the two of them. "We get this place ready, we have a base of operations, somewhere for people who think they are something to go. People get comfortable and they want more."

Elora bounced a little and clapped her hands together in delight.
"Excellent, the Rose Garden take two. Thank you my Lord, I will not let you down."

Isambard nodded. That was why he had chosen her, and Cyrus, Nisha, all those he surrounded himself with, they were loyal and he knew he could rely on them to help him achieve his vision, no matter what they had to do to achieve it. Djinn had a big weakness, luxury, riches and status. Cyrus was a bit of an odd one, he was unfailingly loyal. Elora however had to be watched.
"Good, Elora, anything you need is yours, get out there, make yourself known. You know the routine."

Isambard laughed.
"That is very true, luckily she can only have everything within reason, anything this world can provide." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door.

"Well right away I think, we'll need to procure some furniture and furnishings first I think." She had a vision of how she wanted things to be, however she was well aware it might be a bit of a mismatched paradise.

"I will leave you to get on, I have some other business I wish to take care of." The god replied, opening the door and stepping out onto the street.

Elora smiled at Cyrus and nodded.
"Yes, I think that would be an excellent place to start don't you? Perhaps we can find a carpenter or something to make some furniture, I'm not sure that's the kind of thing we are just going to find lying around." She thought a moment. "I might even work a little bit of magic, what do you think?"

Elora watched him with a grin, as he summoned the fire within him. She could feel it, the power and the warmth that eminated from him as he summoned the magic, she watched as the room turned from boring and plain to colourful and exactly how she liked it. Luxurious and sumptuous. She was djinn after all, life without shinies was no life at all.

"Perfect." She grinned, turning round to appreciate it all. "Why did I not think of this before, we can furnish it with magic, it will be a lot better than anything we could get from the ratty market, have you seen some of those homemade monstrosities they sell?"

"Well perhaps you should work a bit of magic on your own room." She replied, walking out of the comfortable reception room and through to the back where the staircase was to the next floor.
"I am thinking elegant, but not too over the top." She stopped at the first room and placed her hands together, she called the power of the flames within her and closed her eyes, slowly the room changed from empty to simply elegant, a double bed, dressing table, wardrobe, pretty wallpaper and furnishings. "Something like this."