Elowen au Veyrath remained standing.
Her pale green eyes moved toward the man in the center of the chamber, and every Elder understood that the meeting had left ceremony behind. The name had already been spoken. The decree had already passed through scribes, jurists, closed discussions, and enough revisions to exhaust lesser councils.
"Eldric au Veyr," Elowen said, her voice calm enough to make the chamber feel colder, "captain of the project this Council is about to release into the world, the decree has passed through every hand it needed to pass. Our scribes have recorded it. Our jurists have cut away every loose word. This Council has closed the details behind sealed doors."
Her gaze held on him.
"Speak now of the final structure. Not as a petitioner, but as the man who will carry this force once it leaves this chamber."
