The felt map covered the administrative table entirely and extended past both edges. Khulgen had weighted the corners with carved stones to keep the felt flat against the summer heat coming through the open window.
The stones already placed on the map represented the city's current state.
A cluster of three at the administrative quarter, two along the river bank, a single one at the eastern workshop, a row of smaller ones along the flood-mark. The felt between them was open.
Saran was standing when Batu arrived, not seated, which was how she worked when she had been at a problem long enough to need her whole body in it.
There was a tiredness at her eyes that the lamp's glow made obvious.
Her attention was on the map.
"The city's outgrowing its layout."
