Vessa's scales rippled. "Good."
Theron: "The supply shipments. Medical supplies and grain. What about tools? We have construction ongoing and our metal supply is manageable but not comfortable."
Aldric glanced at his advisor, who nodded. "First shipment includes tools. Ongoing basis."
Theron met Satou's eyes. A small nod.
Satou looked around the room. At Lyra, who gave him the slight nod that meant her assessment was complete and positive. At Gruk, who had his arms crossed but his posture settled. At Vessa, whose scales were calm. At Kelvin, already planning logistics in his folio.
At Cael, who sat quietly at the room's edge — the man who had spent three years feeding intelligence through Aldenmere's network and come here in person to spend that position on one direct conversation. Who had seen the settlement for the first time yesterday morning and made a decision before noon.
Satou looked at Aldric.
"There's no document," Satou said.
"I know."
