Elsewhere, Edna was scribbling notes in her nice house.
"So... 5000 people, 1900 houses... should be... 1200 triple-packed, 700 double-packed right now...
Then assuming 400 houses each month, next month it'll be 400 triple, 1900 double... then no triple, 2300 double, 400 normal... then 400 double and 800 normal a month, so everyone's fine by... nine months from now?
Hrm. Not good, but 400... fairly worst-case... not worst worst case, but assuming I'm working on it..."
She paused a moment to grumble at the ceiling. That terramancer's molded stone houses were a classy and welcome addition to the settlement, but otherwise nobody seemed to be paying it much mind except for her.
Of course, in their defense, not everybody was blessed enough to be a brilliant mutationist. How an artificer or a thanaturge were supposed to grow houses was a fair enough question.
"...still, everything goes right or we get some new methods... mrrrrmmmm... assuming twice as fast... well, half the time. Everyone's double or less next month, fine five months... mmmm..."
She sighed and set down her quill for a moment. This problem was particularly irritating for her personally, and not just because she was the only one working on it. Her next project, her real project, couldn't really begin until everyone was more or less settled. What exactly "settled" might mean could be open to interpretation, but she knew full well she'd anger the masses if she went ahead with her current plans while they were stuck three times as dense as was comfortable. Ingrates...
Still, no helping it. Though at this rate, the weather was going to clear and everyone was going to go back to their tents well before they could go to their own houses.
((Bumping for Fniff.))