This rambling, crumbling edifice was started as a five yort shack from which Greasy Slurphurdle dictated the division and investigation of the surrounding landscape. As money and influence game to him he ordered the construction of a palace. The problem was that he drew up about three dozen plans, each more grand and elaborate than the last. All of these were delivered to the masons and architects. As a result, they began work on all of them at the same time. On the one hand, they did not do anything silly like overlap the plans. What they did was hijack building supplies and space, then build a room or corridor, stables or courtyard wherever there was space, as it was on the plans. Then they would move on. This left a tangled, incomplete mess of rambling buildings stapled and nail