It's hard not to preen - just a little - at the compliment, even if logically Rolan knew the bar set by Lorroakan was so low, it might as well be in Hell. All he had to do was not treat people as objects, and he'd be sailing above the bar with flying colors.

"I appreciate your kind words," Rolan replies with a bow of his head. "I've opened what rooms I can for public housing until things have settled, but I'm afraid there's not much more that I can do until the tower is completely secured. There's still so much wild magic making parts of it dangerous for even me to traverse..."

He shakes his head with a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't think Lorroakan put a day's worth of effort into maintenance for the entire time he occupied it."

"But enough of that- If I can lend you my aid in anyway, you need only to ask," Rolan offers, his tail flicking absently at his side. He's almost excited at the prospect of working on something outside of his tower. As grateful as he is to have it and all its resources, cleaning up someone else's mess is frustrating work, and it'd be nice to have a project with tangible results. "And if you don't mind, I'd like a copy of that map when you're finished with it. I'd like to mark down all the entrances to the Nexus that we can find and see if we could use them for the transportation of goods. And-"

He pauses to make a note to himself, tail flicking with much more excitement as the possibilities begin to ravel out in his mind. "I ought to write to Gale in Waterdeep. If we could connect our two cities, imagine how many students could attend school at Blackstaff while living here in Baldur's Gate. Not to mention the amount of commerce Sorcerous Sundries will receive from visiting wizards..."