“Lord Rion?”
Rion glanced up from the maps of Earth he was studying and turned to the courier standing in the doorway. “Yes?”
The young woman tentatively looked around the massive room, giving Rion the impression she had never been sent to the way station before, much less delivered a message to a Lord of Thunder. When she glanced back at Rion, he gave the nervous woman a smile. “Come in. Do you have something for me?”
Nodding, she smartly handed over the scroll she’d been ordered to bring him. “No reply is necessary,” she informed him.
“I understand. You may go.”
The courier smiled and left, but Rion noticed how she gave the war room another long look before hurrying away.
The scroll bore the seal of Councilman Duvatt. It was official business, since casual communiqués were ti
