If he had had a real job this would have taken much longer. If he had had a real job, he might have had to ask the others to help. But Joshua wanted fresh impressions from the new arrivals--ideas formed from their first looks around, not shaped by weeks spent sweeping debris and carting trash from the Arrow stronghold. So he'd spent weeks cleaning up after the invasion and finally got the Circle in some semblance of order; something he could be proud to welcome the old hands back to, something he'd be glad to present to their newer brethren.
He waited in the fresh-swept foyer of the old cathedral, hands clasped in front of him, watching for the rest of the Ungula Draconis to arrive.