Dax's POV
I call the council room full within the hour, which in the Hollow means something different than it would have meant at Ashveil; no formal robes, no ceremonial seating, just Ren, Thessaly, Elder Orin, and two of the older fighters who've earned a voice in matters like this through years of proving they deserve one.
"Two weeks," I say, laying the courier's message flat on the table so everyone can see it for themselves. "That's what we have left, not the month we were planning around."
"Do we know why they moved it?" Ren asks.
"No official reason given," I say. "Which usually means someone with influence over the council's schedule wanted it moved and didn't feel obligated to explain themselves."
"Mira," Orin says flatly, no question in it.
"Likely." I spread my hands over t
